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The Human Touch

Four 

A hand shook John Hartman painfully awake.  He jerked away from the touch and floundered until he oriented himself and remembered that along with Marlene's life he had forever lost his son's trust.  He was drunk again.  He had sipped the bottle until he had dropped off to sleep at the computer.

“Whatsamatter," he murmured through lips still thickened by sleep and alcohol.

"Dad, there's a green light outside."

John sat up and paused to wait out a knife stabbing at his skull.  He cradled his head in his hands, his right hand a mass of pain of at least equal intensity.  David waited patiently in a dim shaft of light cast down the stairs from the kitchen.

A green light.  Traffic signals?  He chuckled at his sluggish thought processes.  "Green lights are no big deal," he murmured.  "Keep an eye out for the red ones."

David remained stubbornly silent.  John looked up and the boy and saw fear in his eyes.  "Dreaming?" John said.

David shook his head emphatically.

"A light, you say?"

"Something woke me up and I saw it outside the window.  It was a big glass egg with a green light in the middle.  You could see the shadows of the trees moving and everything.  It was really spooky.”

John thought a dream far more likely.  "What's it doing now?"

"I watched it until it went away."

John carefully selected a strategy for dealing with David's upset.  "I can't imagine what it may have been.  What do you suggest we do?"

"I don't know.”

"Okay, so if it comes back, wake me up.  We'll fetch the camera and take some pictures.  Just don't go out alone.  How does that sound?"

David gave the suggestion a moment’s thought.  “I guess.”  He then turned away and labored his way back up the stairs looking far older than his ten innocent years.

John waited until he heard the boy's bedroom door close, then groaned his way to his feet.  He sidestepped a few yards and dropped to the cot he kept in the basement den for just this sort of emergency.  He drifted to sleep feeling guilty for having failed the boy twice in one day, sensing in some strange manner that he was going to pay a high price for his betrayal.

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