As A City Visitor

The sun light is coming up at the sky at the this time, signaling for the start of another day. To some, it is another opportunity. Another attempt to make things right. Others, may see it as another day of fight for survival. An opportunity to look for necessities in an extremely busy life. While it is the same city, same road and same people. But, there is a clear distinction between well doing and mediocre life and those who barely make a living.

The streets are paved with bricks. The buildings are all looking alike. Long windows, narrow doors and lights hanging from the sides to light up the streets at night. There seem to be no chance for a small talk between people passing by. Everyone is busy thinking about their day, tomorrow and maybe finishing up some postponed tasks from yesterday.

He was standing on the street, fearful. He knew that they are looking up for him all over the place. It was not his block. He did not know anybody. He could not ask someone to take him inside. What if, that person knew them. They finally found him there, without a hesitation, they attacked him all at once. Everyone else there, was too busy as they were dragged from another scene, another life and blindly passing by. He did not scream for help, as he knows that strangers shall not interrupt the quietness of the city.