Susan Q. - 8/5/2009 8:51 AM ET
Sorry about the spelling-Michael
The tall man was masked. It was night, the sounds of New York filling his ears. A man with a long coat hurryed past him. He was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. There was the masked man holding out a gun and gesturing for money. But then, suddenly there was a rustiling. He twirled; his gun hand trembling. The other man made his escape unoticed. Ducking closer to the noise the man with the mask saw a garbage can. It was glowing. Quickly he darted foward and pulled of the lid. Then came the light it wrapped him up and spread over him. Flowing in side of him. Then it dissaperred. Then the masked man smiled; he pulled off his mask reaviling he was not a man but a boy. He left the ally dropping the gun behind him. Severil blocks down a warm lit cafe had a new employe, a young boy clutching a mask. By: Michael Quint Susans Son Age:11 |
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