Saturday 15th August.
He was a beautiful boy. Wide green eyes, milky skin. His raincoat was too large, and his jeans too long. He watched the people as they came and went. He was a beautiful boy.
He dropped his Coke and it rolled under the feet of the man in the turban who sat opposite. Sorry, he said - a little smile tugging at the corners of his mouth in his open face. A smile that suggested embarrassment, perhaps. The man nodded in acknowledgement. And then the tram stopped suddenly, and the boy lurched forward and into the man's lap. Sorry, he said again to the man in the turban. Coy, apologetic. On the fringes of adolescence - adult emotions were copied and registered but not fully executed. Apologetic without guilt. The man's face was gentle and unreproaching.
I watched with fascination and admiration at this beautiful, open faced, wide-eyed boy on the fringes of adolescence and felt the strong desire to write down one beautiful thing a day.
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