October 22, 2017
In
A Moment Longer, Creative Writing
Children of the Street
Just before I pass the pizzeria by the clock store, a shiny black van pulled over the narrow alley. A very young beggar kid with dirty and old clothes slowed down. Waited. Seemed like a perfect chance to earn a few coins from the people inside the van. It was windy and hot. The door opened up just a notch, and the kid hopped on. The black van drove away.