THE BOY AND HIS MOTHER

I only have one hour, but the boy stopped me dead in my tracks. Under the blistering wrath of the sun that noon, he walked past like a zombie in the dusk. His face shriveled, his mouth open. His face darkened unevenly though it glisten with lingering sweat. He is tired, he is hungry. Every…

THE BOY AND HIS MOTHER

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