Marcus
Just like any ordinary day in my shitty life, I strolled around the street, blending with the bustling crowd. Inspicously, my keen eyes searched the perfect target to poach. I stood outside the corners of the shop, waiting for the big catch. With a wide smile, I stretched my hands and begged for their pity change, of nickels and pennies.
Some in broad daylight, shoved me away, hurling piles of insult and curses like I was the most revolting thing in the world. Maybe I am, after all even parents looked down at me with those eyes of contempt.
Passing the food carts and pasty shop, I patted my grumbling stomach. After briefly scanning my surroundings, while the fruit vendor went to his truck, carry his produce to the stall. Taking this chance, sneakily I grabbed an apple, tucking it inside my torn pocket and being cautious, I walked in front of the couple, hiding my figure, if he ever notices... hehe
