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The Boy by Jean Thewlis (last two paragraphs only)

The boy had always fascinated me. I saw him always in the dark, on the way home from visiting my Grandmother. He was there every week, sitting in a dirty doorway, whittling at pieces of wood, pale face concentrating. He never spoke, this boy, to anyone. I often stopped; tried to engage him in conversation, but his eyes never lifted from his whittling.

Tonight, I decide I must visit him. I leave my body sleeping comfortably and creep out, soundlessly. It is easy to travel this way; weightless and unseen. The boy is still there, whittling. This time he looks at me. I gaze back at him. His hands cease their work. He rises slowly, gracefully, silently. He smiles. He takes my hand.
‘I’ve been waiting for you,’ he says. ‘Welcome.’