Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Benevolent Master

He was a huge man. Joan wondered what his skeleton looked like in comparison to the average person. Were the bones that much thicker? He had ugly amateurish tattoos covering both forearms, and he had that look in his eye that made one tread carefully around him. Tiny Sandy looked like a child beside him and when he was with her he was tender and fatherly. A gentle giant. Joan knew Sandy felt safe and protected; nobody bothered her when he was around. Nice now, thought Joan, but what would happen when Sandy decided to it was time to leave?

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