Tuesday, March 15, 2005
he was very small. must have been five, or six years old, sun-browned freckled face topped by a shock of caramel hair. one hand, half the size of mine, held a grimy finger up in supplication and a pair of the biggest eyes i have ever seen in a child's face looked up at us from the bottom line of the window. he was very small. i couldn't see anything else but his hair, half a hand and long-lashed eyes the colour of autumn leaves as he stood next to the glass. he stepped away as the light changed, and the car roared around the corner. we adjusted sunglasses picked up in shiny malls across the atlantic and felt fleetingly guilty.Mina at 8:55 AM
