• Photo-Story

    The Fruit – Seller

    *Story inspired by the picture* I returned to this place years later. I saw myself sitting on the rickety cycle, running errands for my neighbors, returning to my house only to sleep. The streets were my home, neighbors and the residents were my family. Years rolled since I was that 9-year old boy. I saw a skinny boy, in rags and his eyes were twinkling, driving around in a rickety cycle. Spontaneously I followed him. After a while, “Woah! Am I seeing a younger doppelgänger” I mused, “Or am I a ghost walking?” Just then a passer-by ramped hard into me. “Just a younger doppelgänger then” nursing my shoulder bruise.…