Milk Boy {l.s.}

four.

Harry did the usual, light a cigarrette and wait for the boy to walk down the side walk. The morning was a lot colder than most, with the cold air front and clouds covering the whole sky, but Harry still went outside with his plaid pajama bottoms and plain white t-shirt with bleach stains on it. His toes were cold and soon thousands of goosebumps rose along his arms, making him shiver.

The milk boy -Harry decided to call him, and he wondered how he hadn't thought of that sooner- came on time that morning, without the limp, but looked even worse than yesterday. If that was even possible. It was sort of looking like he had some long term illness by now. When this first started happening, the milk boy looked fine, like a healthy person, but day after day, he was getting worse and worse.

Harry didn't pity anybody, didn't want to, -Harry didn't want pity from anybody, so why give any to someone else when they probably feel the same way?- but at that moment, his heart went out to the boy with the worn out clothes and exhausted look on his face. He was broken and perhaps would never be healed at that point, and that made Harry pity him.

The definition of pity is the feeling of sorrow and compassion caused by the suffering and misfortunes of others. But Harry didn't know if the boy had any misfortunes, but it seemed as if. Pitying someone and telling them that makes them feel weak, and probably humiliated, angry even. It seemed to almost be sort of an insult in his eyes. But Harry prefers keeping his thoughts inside his mind and that's where they'd stay. The milk boy would not know he'd be pitied. And so he will not feel weak and humiliated and angry.

When the milk boy came back up the hill, he had two bottles of alcohol in hand and Harry had to look away and smoke his cig until the boy disappeared down the road. He was feeling like he was intruding now, since he wasn't carrying milk. It seemed almost innocent just to watch a boy carry milk up a hill everyday, but Harry seemed to be invading his personal space now that he was going down to the grocery store to by alcohol.