*Clink.Tap.Clink…Thump*
The child jumped and hit his metal pan against my window on the bus.*Clink.* And I was out of candy. They *tap* your arm. They hit the window. His metal pan came back up to smack the window again but made it in between the bars and hit my ribcage.*Thump.* A nearby bus conductor chased him off. And off he went. To beg some more. To try and make enough earnings for the day. To “work his side of the street.�
And go back to what? A home? Or the old creeper he probably works for. And what could possibly be waiting for him...