“What a lovely day we’re having there sir!” Andrew Lopez said while giving the man a fresh bundle of news for the day.
“Oh yes indeed lad and a good day to you too.” Mr. Murray responded as the boy rode the street and passed by every house throwing rolled papers beneath the door.
“Why hello Andrew, you look dashing today!” an jubilant old woman shouted.
“Really? Gee, thanks Mrs. Coleman!” Andrew shouted back.
“Looking good shawty!” Chris said as he jogged passed Andrew.
“Yeah! Well, see ya later homy!” Andrew said.
“Coffee?” Mr. Judean shouted.
“No can do sir, got to deliver this all!” Andrew dismissed.
The morning breeze cooled the boy’s face as he rode along the streets of Mississippi. Streaks of light from the morning sun hit him softly in the cheeks, eyes and chest. The boy seemed happy and free from any unpleasant vibes. Alas! The last of the rolled newspapers was delivered and with an hour to spare for a cup of coffee and bread at the groove; a place where the boy usually gets his free meal from a friend who owns the restaurant.
Andrew was riding a bicycle fashioned with a basket in the front and a smudge of color blue stripes on the metal.
The streets was now beginning to fill up with cars and motorcycle going through the day’s daily routine. It’s going to get busy in no time.
As predicted, the road was packed with vehicles passing everywhere. Andrew rode smoothly but safely. As he moved forward he caught a glimpse of a halo icon printed on the glass of one of the stores he come to pass. He wondered why of all the pictures around the only thing he’d noticed was the yellow ringed icon.
“hmmm… what a beauty you are. So small yet very noticeable.” he said softly.
When suddenly, a truck was passing speedily right in front of him. He knew the truck did not notice him so he wheeled sideways and distractedly pressed on the break quickly. The bike bumped hastily on a moving car beside him. It budged his body hard that it made him flew meters away. He felt as if his divine and mortal body parted in mid air. Luckily he went straight into the pile of empty boxes on the other side of the street. He crashed. He stumbled. He fell.
He was disoriented to move but managed to get up slowly. As he did so, he looked around. To his surprise no one came to his aid but saw people rushing down to the place where an accident had just occurred. Curious, he went to it to see the fuss.
“Come on guys, there‘s a man hit by a car just over there.” a kid shouted.
“That poor man, the bleeding is serious they say.” said a girl from behind.
“Whoa! Thank God I only have bruises but that man, I hope his okay.” Andrew thought shaking abruptly.
He was now on the scene of the accident. Andrew saw his bike 10ft from him, disabled and wrecked. He did not bother fetching it; what’s more important to him now was the hit man. He heard people talk, scream, cried. He thought that may be this guy was very important or that he contributed so much to these people who mourns for him. He moved closer, as he stepped right in the tumultuous crowd to see the man he was shocked, stunned, petrified.
He thought for a while. Examined his body, head to toe. He was taken aback by what he had seen.
He fell on his knees. Head down, he clutched his pants. Tears started to fall from his eyes.
The rain poured.
Some of the people started to walk away from that place. He remained.
The air was cold, numbed, and heartbreaking. The rain did not stop.
The ambulance had just arrived. The medics picked up the body and went inside the vehicle. They passed through him…
Unseen… unnoticed.
“Oh yes indeed lad and a good day to you too.” Mr. Murray responded as the boy rode the street and passed by every house throwing rolled papers beneath the door.
“Why hello Andrew, you look dashing today!” an jubilant old woman shouted.
“Really? Gee, thanks Mrs. Coleman!” Andrew shouted back.
“Looking good shawty!” Chris said as he jogged passed Andrew.
“Yeah! Well, see ya later homy!” Andrew said.
“Coffee?” Mr. Judean shouted.
“No can do sir, got to deliver this all!” Andrew dismissed.
The morning breeze cooled the boy’s face as he rode along the streets of Mississippi. Streaks of light from the morning sun hit him softly in the cheeks, eyes and chest. The boy seemed happy and free from any unpleasant vibes. Alas! The last of the rolled newspapers was delivered and with an hour to spare for a cup of coffee and bread at the groove; a place where the boy usually gets his free meal from a friend who owns the restaurant.
Andrew was riding a bicycle fashioned with a basket in the front and a smudge of color blue stripes on the metal.
The streets was now beginning to fill up with cars and motorcycle going through the day’s daily routine. It’s going to get busy in no time.
As predicted, the road was packed with vehicles passing everywhere. Andrew rode smoothly but safely. As he moved forward he caught a glimpse of a halo icon printed on the glass of one of the stores he come to pass. He wondered why of all the pictures around the only thing he’d noticed was the yellow ringed icon.
“hmmm… what a beauty you are. So small yet very noticeable.” he said softly.
When suddenly, a truck was passing speedily right in front of him. He knew the truck did not notice him so he wheeled sideways and distractedly pressed on the break quickly. The bike bumped hastily on a moving car beside him. It budged his body hard that it made him flew meters away. He felt as if his divine and mortal body parted in mid air. Luckily he went straight into the pile of empty boxes on the other side of the street. He crashed. He stumbled. He fell.
He was disoriented to move but managed to get up slowly. As he did so, he looked around. To his surprise no one came to his aid but saw people rushing down to the place where an accident had just occurred. Curious, he went to it to see the fuss.
“Come on guys, there‘s a man hit by a car just over there.” a kid shouted.
“That poor man, the bleeding is serious they say.” said a girl from behind.
“Whoa! Thank God I only have bruises but that man, I hope his okay.” Andrew thought shaking abruptly.
He was now on the scene of the accident. Andrew saw his bike 10ft from him, disabled and wrecked. He did not bother fetching it; what’s more important to him now was the hit man. He heard people talk, scream, cried. He thought that may be this guy was very important or that he contributed so much to these people who mourns for him. He moved closer, as he stepped right in the tumultuous crowd to see the man he was shocked, stunned, petrified.
He thought for a while. Examined his body, head to toe. He was taken aback by what he had seen.
He fell on his knees. Head down, he clutched his pants. Tears started to fall from his eyes.
The rain poured.
Some of the people started to walk away from that place. He remained.
The air was cold, numbed, and heartbreaking. The rain did not stop.
The ambulance had just arrived. The medics picked up the body and went inside the vehicle. They passed through him…
Unseen… unnoticed.
