To Breathe Again

He stepped over the threshold and turned his face towards the sun, eyes closed.

He basked in its warmth and took a deep breath.

Even the air smells different out here, he thought.

After a long while, with only a paper bag hosting his worldly possessions, he slowly walked up the hill towards the bus stop.

It was half a kilometer away, but he preferred the bus instead of simply flagging a taxi down.

Across the street, a safe distance away, a lone figure watched him from on top of a gray scooter.

An un-obtused two wheeler that was marked by only a small pink Hello Kitty sticker.

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