The boy with the bottles

He entered slowly, this morning, a boy in an area where there were four women, but with the quiet air of one who wanted something, begging in fear flies in the face of the brunette. One woman moved closer to try to talk, but the lad answered only with gestures. When she told him she was uncomfortable because no one called, the police retreated, showing more fear, rushing them each one of these to  give something material, as shyness seemed to know what it was or he a child half opened himself to a bottle of vodka.

                                                                     

by  José Camilo dos Santos Júnior.