Orange (Completed)

2. Edwin

The boy who just seemed to be more interested in his shoes was suddenly looking up to the woman who had expressed the exactly same thought that he has for himself. He looked up smiled and shyly nodded. The lady smiled again and asked, "Well what is your name, little protagonist?"

The boy lowered his head and hesitated a bit.

A person so sweet and has interest in children's cartoon stories should not be a threat. Should I say her my name? Is she the cunning fox in my life? Well, No, no, Nicholas was a good fox though.

The lady realized her question was a little too sudden. She immediately shook her head, smiled and said," Ah! look at me, such an idiot! Well I am Mrs. Chatterjee. Nice to meet you."

"Hel..lo I am Edwin..."

"Hello Edwin, how are you?"

" I a..m.. fi..ne." he shuttered .

"Oh ok so Mr. Edwin I am fine too but your bruises don't say so. See I have one too."

Mrs. Chatterjee extended her wrist which showed a burn mark. She had gained it when she was learning how to make muffins for her son who was not more than Edwin at age. She had always thought ill about the mark but today was an exception because she proudly matched Edwin's age. She felt pleased of her mark. The boy looked at the burn mark and extended his hand to touch it and provide some sympathy but immediately realised that he was going to touch a stranger. But she has bruises too like me, he thought to himself. He looked up to meet this sweet stranger whom he had started to trust. The brown shade of her eyes that had a slight touch of sympathy, sorrow as well as brightness, enough to provide him some. He had never seen any human who would readily arrive to his aid.

"Come on champ. Tell me didn't you face the same thing that the fox from the movie faced... didn't you get bullied?" worry evident in her eyes. The boy again looked down and thought to himself – it won't hurt to be weak once, right? Mrs. Chatterjee realised even if he is little he has some sense about his image that he portrays in front of others. She waited for him to decide that he would trust her or not.

And he did.