Visitor

As I was getting ready to leave that morning, I looked out the window and I saw him standing in the middle of the garden in front of my house.  I recognized him at once, it was Athos.

            It was good that it was Athos and not some pirate, or worse, an orc, like last week.

But such a shame it was Athos, because that morning I was in a hurry and I had to get to school.

Sortlisted for Voces sin Fronteras II, Canada, 2012...  and published in the anthology of the same name :)