Tuesday, May 02, 2006

A Warrior at my Doorstep

I could hear the slow steps approaching my door, the heavy footfall loud during the quietest hour of the night. Next, I heard the creaking of my porch furniture as the person sat down. I got out of bed and walked to my living room to look out the front window. In the pitch dark, I could only make out the shape of the person sitting down.

As I turned on the porch light, the guest was blinded. I couldn't miss the most unusual sight: bow and arrow resting on his knee sat Linus, our security guard.

I crawled back in bed. Three a.m. I smiled at the thought of the bow-bearing warrior, thick parka against the cold of the night, guarding our compound.

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