THE FEMININE VIEWPOINT

by and about women

THE NEWSBOY by gabrielle ganelle

The reflection of the city street came through on the pavement when the rain touched it, like an invisible ink revealing secret writings under the traffic of heedless feet. And, much like the street, Bert came to life, too. Something inside him surfaced and appeared back of blue eyes that seemed to know no bounds like the joy of perfect blue skies.

Yes, why shouldn't he be happy? He had his business and his "clientele" come rain or come shine. And,

unlike most competitors on opposite corners, he had his kiosk now: a not elaborate but finely built place on the corner, a thing he had worked for for over a quarter of a century. He had had his ups and downs it's true, but he'd kept them entirely unbeknown to the street. Bert maintained, as all men of the world, that he had no regrets, that he would trade his life for no one else's, that all was as it should be. He loved people and his love, though never ever truly

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