Short Story Saturday
"I think your child is hungry"
His warm breath passes through my ears. I look at him from the side of my eye and smile.
"Thank you. He's already eaten."
"Your child is crying, he sounds really upset"
I start to speak through my grinning teeth.
"Thank you for your concern, sir."
The child stops crying. She gets up and covers her child with a blanket, as well as placing another blanket under his head. She stares the gentleman in his eyes as she sits back down in her seat.
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