TITLE: Saving Abe Lincoln
GENRE: MG Fiction
The old man walked out of the water.
There was nowhere else he could have come from, such as a boat on the rocky beach. If the man had been walking along the shore, Ted or Carin would have noticed.
Yet he didn’t seem wet.
“Who’s that?” Ted asked.
“Don’t know,” replied Carin. They slowly retreated back toward the house.
“Where’d he come from?”
They reached the sliding double door. Carin felt behind her for the handle, unwilling to take her eyes off the strange man even for a second.
“Please stay,” the man called with the sound of leaves brushing a window.
Some people can make a demand sound like a question. On the other hand, some people can make a polite request feel like a command.
The stranger, for instance – his simple words commanded obedience.
Carin held the door handle in one hand. Ted clutched the other, for once looking to his sister for guidance, even protection.
The man, back bent with the years, seemed neither violent nor strong. However, an eleven-year-old girl and ten-year-old boy might still be vulnerable, even a boy with considerable practice beating up his older sister.
The man looked them over with rheumy but sparkling eyes.
Ted and Carin looked him over in turn. A few inches shorter than their dad, who was about six feet tall, he seemed shorter yet because of his mild stoop. His cloak reminded them of a monk’s robe they’d seen once. The cloak, like its owner, had known better days.