The images I have for that day are all contrived; I was away when John called telling me Caleb had climbed the fence and was gone. But the panic was real, so my imagination filled in the details, but not with
kind, friendly strangers
who stopped and stayed with – kept safe
a barefooted boy…
The police brought him home, still smiling, unruffled by his adventure. I arrived home, after everything, still ruffled but repenting, grateful by how ‘the stranger’ so often turns out to be a friend.
© 2017 – Laurel Archer