A pompous-looking man in a 3-piece suit advances on her. "Now, look here, whatever you are," he says, giving her his best glare. "You've made a big mistake, coming ... here...."
His voice falters as he looks into her eyes. Instead of his reflection, he sees a dozen crying faces. Children. Their sobs tear at his heart.
Other faces join the children's. Men he had ruined with the stroke of a pen or a single phone call, or even a simple gesture and nod. Nameless, faceless victims of the slums: nameless, faceless, and voiceless no longer.
He sinks to his knees with the force of their pain.
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Date: 2007-08-28 04:51 pm (UTC)His voice falters as he looks into her eyes. Instead of his reflection, he sees a dozen crying faces. Children. Their sobs tear at his heart.
Other faces join the children's. Men he had ruined with the stroke of a pen or a single phone call, or even a simple gesture and nod. Nameless, faceless victims of the slums: nameless, faceless, and voiceless no longer.
He sinks to his knees with the force of their pain.