The Boy in Rags

Barely covered head to toe, he stood shivering in the shadow. Waiting, looking through empty eyes, families dressed in their Sunday best. Walking in and out of the restaurant across the street, not sparing him a second glance. But he didn't mind; all he wanted were leftovers from the dustbin, because his hungry little sister, back in their dark, cold, rusty home, the old dusty lorry awaits his return. Waiting to ease the pangs of hunger and for his skinny arms to keep her nice and warm through the dark, stormy night.