March 20, 2014 by petrujviljoen
Linked to Friday Fictioneers.
Cold, grey, mud and garbage. These people’s daily fare. He’s done it before. I saw him myself, visiting the homeless. People living in drain pipes. He’d dress up like no other, I mean, no other, and go off and dance for them. I’ve seen the light of understanding and appreciation in their eyes, with my own eyes.
They had this place earmarked. Him and Elu. At six in the morning he would do his performance. The demolishers also had the place earmarked. At six in the morning they’d raize the shacks.
”A wondrous day for making art”, he said later.
Constructive criticism welcomed.