moke

He was like no one else Moke had ever seen in this world.

If that was the case, though, why had Moke been able to see her when no one else could?

But he was brought up short when Moke told them of what he'd been seeing.

But Moke was not about to leave matters to chance oh, no.

I happened upon young Moke, wandering about on his own.

It was his eyes that were the most striking to Moke.

He turned his back to Moke, as if wanting to get a final look at the thing.

She'd hesitated at first, for Moke had never gone off on his own into the city before.

And then Moke saw something he really didn't understand in the least.

Moke had done as he was bid, for several reasons.

Moke was simply an outgoing child who got on with just about anybody.

Moke looked as if he wanted to answer, but wasn't able to bring himself to do so.

Moke was quite certain that they were keeping themselves scarce.

"Why is it that you can hear and see him, Moke?"

He got up and walked out, leaving Moke still staring into space.

And that was when Moke let out an alarmed scream.

The question made no sense to Moke at all.

He was starting to shiver, which made no sense to Moke.

After all, if he attacked and murdered her, Moke would most certainly be next.

The only one she could count on not to abandon her or Moke was herself.

Naturally, Moke himself was rather taken with the notion of having a father around as well.

The most recent topic of discussion, curiously enough, had been Moke.

He looked up at Moke, who was standing there with a hopeful expression on his face.

Moke took a deep breath, and then looked her squarely in the eyes.

Moke decided that this was a case where a lie might serve better than the truth.