Witnessing Stories

While maggots squirm and flies dive down for scraps of food piled here in rusted buckets, the busy pier ignores two boys grabbing at a crust of bread or a bone to eat. No one saw them sneak along the wall, or heard the squeak of the bucket’s lid as the thrown out food was shuffled through and their skinny fingers fought among the flies. As I watch them make their way past egg shells and shake away the food that lingers on...