His hollow laugh crackled into the night.
The naked street urchins scurried into even darker recesses,his laugh being colder than the biting wind of mid December.The streets were empty and lonesome,the streets lights aching to break through the dense fog.The wind whistled a requiem while it swallowed the heat from the coals of fireplaces and the street fires.
His cheeks were wet with frost,his wild eyes far away and the sharp cackles pierced the night like gun shots .He was already gone.The hunger,cold and the pneumonia were troubles he was leaving behind.Scurrying images of summers gone by,crowded markets,the beatings,the begging ,the stealing,getting scuffed,the loveless eyes milling around him..he smiled a rabid smile.All would be behind him.
His twig arms were limp against his slumped body,his skin pressing painfully against his ribs.The pain seemed to grow intense until he could not breathe anymore,his cackles turned into a racking cough.His chapped lips were bleeding ,the pustules beginning to ooze.
'How ugly death is,just like Mrs Gomez's breasts',he thought weakly in his last moment of clarity.Then he focussed out,floating into the unconscious..peace in his tiny weakly flapping heart.
The merciless winter ,ravenous for small souls,consumed her eleventh.
The naked street urchins scurried into even darker recesses,his laugh being colder than the biting wind of mid December.The streets were empty and lonesome,the streets lights aching to break through the dense fog.The wind whistled a requiem while it swallowed the heat from the coals of fireplaces and the street fires.
His cheeks were wet with frost,his wild eyes far away and the sharp cackles pierced the night like gun shots .He was already gone.The hunger,cold and the pneumonia were troubles he was leaving behind.Scurrying images of summers gone by,crowded markets,the beatings,the begging ,the stealing,getting scuffed,the loveless eyes milling around him..he smiled a rabid smile.All would be behind him.
His twig arms were limp against his slumped body,his skin pressing painfully against his ribs.The pain seemed to grow intense until he could not breathe anymore,his cackles turned into a racking cough.His chapped lips were bleeding ,the pustules beginning to ooze.
'How ugly death is,just like Mrs Gomez's breasts',he thought weakly in his last moment of clarity.Then he focussed out,floating into the unconscious..peace in his tiny weakly flapping heart.
The merciless winter ,ravenous for small souls,consumed her eleventh.
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