A Pleasure to Burn

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Genres: Fiction
All about, among the ruined buildings, bits of mist had clung at first, but now with the new light of seven o’clock it was beginning to disperse. Down the road, in twos and threes, more people were gathering in for the day of marketing, the day of festival. The small boy stood immediately behind two men who had been talking loudly in the clear air, and all of the sounds they made seemed twice as loud because of the cold. The small boy stomped his feet and blew on his red, chapped hands, and looked up at the soiled gunny-sack clothing of the men, and down the long line of men and women ahead. “Here, boy, what’re you doing out so early?” said the man behind him. “Got my place in line, I have,” said the boy. “Whyn’t you run off, give your place to someone who appreciates?” “Leave the boy alone,” said the man ahead, suddenly turning. “I was joking.” The man behind put his hand on the boy’s head. The boy shook it away coldly. “I just thought it strange, a boy out of bed so early.”
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