The Little Emperor
The round-faced boy in tattered shorts is ten at most, but he wields his little stick-broom in an offhandedly grand manner. Squatting on the dusty kerb at the edge of the dusty road, he squints at the passing traffic. To either side of him, a patch of pavement clear of dust extends a little farther than the length of his arms. A stray dog making to venture into this dust-free realm is sternly shooed away with the little emperor’s broom sceptre. The boy’s sandals are of the cheapest kind, but their straps are coloured golden. hazy morning (In: Haibun Today, Vol 4 No. 2, June 2010) |
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