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The Familiar Man a shot story

The names of people, characters, products, companies and/or data mentioned within this document are fictitious and are in no way intended to represent any real individual, company product, or event, unless otherwise noted. No part of this document May be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, for any purpose without express written permission of the author. | The Familiar Man T.R. Stoddard The Familiar Man 2013 Smashwords Edition The names of people characters products companies and or data mentioned within this document are fictitious and are in no way intended to represent any real individual company product or event unless otherwise noted. No part of this document May be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic or mechanical for any purpose without express written permission of the author. All rights reserved. Copyright 2013 T. R. Stoddard Theresa.renee.stoddard@gmail.com http t-r-stoddard.blogspot.com Part One The Familiar Man In the middle of the meadow my life changed forever. A favorite pastime of mine was transformed into something sinister. I was no longer alone a strange man stood there beside me. As I took in his haggard emaciated features there was something familiar about him. I wanted to run home as fast as my feet would carry me but I felt drawn to the man. The need to discover an unknown connection overrode my better judgment. I feel like I know you. I spoke softly as not to startle him the wild look in his eyes painted a picture of hardship. Even as I stared into his troubled eyes I knew he wasn t a threat to me. He didn t respond not even the slightest blink of recognition. Are you hurt Do you need help I asked wondering if he could hear me. Again he said nothing. I knew it was a bad idea to approach the man but I did it anyway. I drew nearer to him and still he didn t notice my presence. When I stood directly in front of him it appeared as if he was looking right through me. Slowly I stretched out a hand to touch him lightly on his shoulder. I was met with thin air and my hand passed right through .