• Rosa Portaro


The little boy lay still against the illuminated walls of the expansive station. Alone and scared, he ponders his every movement. How was I separated from my family? When will they notice I am missing? Time passes as crowds of people rush past the boy, on each hour. He stares hopelessly at his faded wallet sized photo of his family. He hopes that one of the many bodies in the station is the one that he has been looking for. His head jolts up and his eyes begin to sparkle; he hears a familiar quiet voice.

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