Saturday, April 16, 2011

Keith Lanyon's Neighborhood Watch

Keith had always thought of himself as a reliable person. He was the kind of guy people could turn to in times of trouble.

But there were no crises in his neighborhood, at least none that he knew of. The volcanoes on his street were quiet, no cats ate the leaves off the trees. It was always quiet as he crept along the streets on dark moonless nights, tapping everybody's doors and windows to make certain all was secure. And it always was.

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