Black, White, and Red All Over (Antonio)
Sept 21, 2017 15:09:56 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2017 15:09:56 GMT -5
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There were no deliveries to be made today, but that didn’t mean that Marco didn’t have something to do. He stood on the side of the corner, one hand extended above his head and waving a paper while the other clutched a bundle of others close to his chest. A couple of others lay at his feet, just in case, but he didn’t think he’d be able to push them all on this corner. He’d get maybe half a stack sold before he would move to another corner with fresh faces.
He just hoped he’d make enough for a couple of bags of groceries later or get a new seat for his bike. He had laid the old thing against a lamppost to his left, and it looked to be in quite pitiful condition. It was still rideable, sure, but it was an old hand-me down and the seat had practically worn so much that he was sitting on a sliver of metal rather than a cushion. Marco had had to make due with it via wrapping a few old rags and sleeves from discarded shirts around it to make it a bit more cushy for his tushy.
“Well, here’s ta hopin’,” he offered one patron a smile as he exchanged a newspaper for some loose change. And prepared to pull out a couple of others as a few more people approached.
Antonio Fernandez Carriedo Come say hey to cute newsy
There were no deliveries to be made today, but that didn’t mean that Marco didn’t have something to do. He stood on the side of the corner, one hand extended above his head and waving a paper while the other clutched a bundle of others close to his chest. A couple of others lay at his feet, just in case, but he didn’t think he’d be able to push them all on this corner. He’d get maybe half a stack sold before he would move to another corner with fresh faces.
He just hoped he’d make enough for a couple of bags of groceries later or get a new seat for his bike. He had laid the old thing against a lamppost to his left, and it looked to be in quite pitiful condition. It was still rideable, sure, but it was an old hand-me down and the seat had practically worn so much that he was sitting on a sliver of metal rather than a cushion. Marco had had to make due with it via wrapping a few old rags and sleeves from discarded shirts around it to make it a bit more cushy for his tushy.
“Well, here’s ta hopin’,” he offered one patron a smile as he exchanged a newspaper for some loose change. And prepared to pull out a couple of others as a few more people approached.
Antonio Fernandez Carriedo Come say hey to cute newsy