Twisted

Sitting in front of the street lamp trying to find leftover to eat. His life had become worse than a nomad’s. No possessions. No one to return to. And no incentive to see the next dawn. But life wouldn’t let him go so easy. He had forgotten when he’d taken his last meal let alone a wholesome one. He started walking towards the end of the street.  The dark street opening up to the main road and yellow street light hurting his dull eyes. The uneven ground and loose pebbles hurting his bare feet leaving him disbalanced. Cars were rushing by ignoring this petite frame. If he would have gotten hit, no one would even come to look for his leftovers. Gathering all his strength he reached a road side stall. He sneaked behind the stall and picked up something to eat from the dumped food until he was shooed away by the shop owner by hurling abuses at him.

A few feet away was a child crying in his mother’s lap for food while the mother laid her hands open for him to give her something. But he just walked past them. Limping and stumbling he came across a secluded hideout where he made himself comfortable. Soon after he was accompanied by rats who came out of their abode smelling the food. One of them climbed up his shoulder, one reached up to his lap to taste the food while others shuffled beside him to reach the treasure. Content with his companions he shared his food even though he was starving because they were the only ones he had left.

With love-
Miss B.