The boy of good times

It is still dark, the sun yet to wake up at the horizon, but the newspaper boy has already started his work near one of the many bus stops in the city, trying to sort out the many papers and magazines that he need to carry across to homes to those news hungry and elderly people who would wait for him for happy tidings as he would swirl the newspaper at them from a safe distance, still having a good aim to reach somewhere near their outstretched hands, as if it was a offering from the gods at dawn, when the sun was just gathering himself up to travel his journey across the skies, while he watched below the newspaper boy  doing other errands now that his morning delivery work was over…


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