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An old lady rocks gently sitting on a creaky, old rocking chair. She knits many scarves and woolen dolls and places them on the crooked stall counter in front of her. People walk by and turn a blind eye, yet she keeps working hard... she needs the money.
"It's the boy with the red hair and green eyes!" someone shouts from the streets, the lady looks up to a rooftop where everyone is staring.
A smile covers her face, she doesn't care what people call him or how they whisper as he jumps from the roof and approaches her. Growing wary the boy tugs his stark black hood over his shaggy red hair. He hands the lady an apple and she grins when she sees his bright green eyes under the shadow of his hood. He is so kind to her, yet everyone thinks he is a criminal, a thief. The old lady knows this is not true. Well, only ever so slightly. He watches as the old lady pulls a dark brown, thick cloak from underneath the stall's counter.
"Sure to keep out the cold during winter," She explains passing him the cloak.
He thanks her then buys a handful of knitted items for way over price. She tries to decline but he pushes the money into her hand. Silently he disappears into the crowd, his hood hiding what usually keeps people far away from him. The old lady waves good bye to the boy with the red hair and green eyes.
YOU ARE READING
The Generation of Flames.
FantasyA small, rural Chinese-based village that has gone without knowing a dark secret for many years. A boy named Kai lost in the middle.
