On any other day, at any other time, in any other place, John would be willing to pay absolutely nothing for that little bag of peanuts the kid was offering. He didn't even like peanuts! Even today, he'd have simply walked away had he not stopped to look into the kid's eyes only to find them wide open, slightly teary, and sparkling with eager expectation. John had never considered himself an emotional man, but at that moment, it was all he could do to resist his urge to whip out his wallet and give every penny he had to the poor kid standing in front of him. Perhaps it would have been easier to refuse the kid's offer and just be on his way if the kid were well-dressed or not carrying his infant sister in his left arm.
John looked on, partly dumbfounded but mostly in sheer awe. For some reason, he knew he couldn't simply leave the kid standing there, that much he'd decided. But what was he to do? It was evening now, and in a mere couple of hours, the busy city would die down to reveal its desolate night life. He looked down, then sideways, then decided to take the bag of peanuts from the kid's hand. Five rupees, said the kid, in a voice that cracked with the joy of finally having made his first sale of the evening. John took out his wallet only to find that the smallest note he had was a 50. He neither expected nor wanted the kid to have change for his money, and so simply handed the 50 rupee note to the him. "Keep the change." Thank you, said the kid and was on his way. John looked on, until the little kid vanished amidst the crowd, never to be seen or, in John's case, forgotten.
After what seemed an eternity of staring, he looked around. The street was empty now, so empty in fact that the only sound he could hear was the wind whistling in his ear. He thought he heard a slight whimper somewhere and turned his eyes to his arm. An infant girl stared at him, looking absolutely terrified. From the side of his eye, he saw something rustling in the corner about 6 feet away from him. He tried to move his legs, but they refused to budge. He never noticed where the kid came from. Somehow he seemed taller than he did the last time. John stared at him and he stared back, the innocent eyes replaced by an angry stare mingled with terror. Why are they afraid of me? Who am I?
It was then that he saw it, his reflection in the little puddle at his feet. The little boy stared back at him from the puddle, his little sister still in his left arm, sleeping peacefully.
3 blog comments below
Nice writing once again, codegeek!
standready on Mon Sep 29, 2014 9:20 pm
Right. I'm curious to know what happened. What did he see in the puddle?
deanhills on Tue Sep 30, 2014 1:16 am
It's pretty subjective I guess. I say that because when I finished writing it, I realized I myself didn't understand it completely. Anyways, my intention was to create a time loop or something like that. I agree it's not clear right now, but I'll work on it, maybe.
codegeek on Sun Oct 05, 2014 5:59 am