“Tell me, what’re you looking for, boy?” She reached out for his hands.
The place was heavily occupied. Some families, some alone, some clean, some dirty. The beggar went up the staircase.
He had to make a choice fast or he’d get caught.
Peddlers packed up their wares along the sides of the road, no longer paying mind to those passing by.
Only one did.
“You’re lost in the world, boy,” a voice called to him. A blind old Clear.