Snapshot

[konomaigo]

A small boy, perhaps ten or eleven, stood at the edge of the street peering back and forth along the street as if something might jump out and gobble him up. His cheeks were smeared with dirt from days, or weeks of accumulation. He scratched the back of his leg with a shoe that once was quite nice but now falling apart around his feet. They didn't

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[konomaigo]

This was the most coherent image of my dreams last night.

I think he also has a sister, a couple years older, out there somewhere. It was hard to tell.