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  • The green bag
  • Muffie Faith
  • Europe 2008

The green bag

I am in the train looking on to the platform outside. I notice a Nun passing by....she is wearing brown Birkenstocks.  An old man spots a cigarette that has not been smoked yet.  It is by the trash can.  He picks it up and puts it into his bag.  He is looking everywhere for things to put into his green bag.  He continues picking up cigarettes that still have some smokes in them.

And then, a small boy appears.  He is with his mother?  She is carrying a small suitcase....it is child size and I wonder if it is his.  He has big round eyes.  They are haunting brown eyes.  You look at him because he is so cute.  His head is shaved and he watches everyone go by.  It is like he is searching for someone. He looks hopeful, his mother does not.  She is searching her bag for a cigarette. She drops his hand.  He wanders a little.  I hold my breath; he is no older than three.  She sees and grabs him.  She grabs him hard.....I look on his body for other marks....please let the answer be  no.  He waits.  He is hot and but he has been dressed in winter clothes. It is 90 degrees today.  It hurts to watch him.  I pray for him.  I am lost as to what I can do.  I am on the train. I see him through glass.  Her cigarette is lit and they weave into the mass of people. God, please bless this child.

 
  • Muffie Faith
  • Europe 2008

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