“Mom, mom… Are those men in shadows gone?” A six year old peasant boy tugged at the hand of his mother.
His hair is shaggy and dirty, a shade of greasley black. His face is round and soft and he has a waist jacket on top of the oversized large white shirt on while a trouser with a few patches covers his lower body.
“Oh, shush, son. Shush. Those shadow people could be anyway.” The mother, a woman with brown gown that almost sweeps the dust ridden town road while her feet are coated in a brown footwear of a small pair of patterns. Her class status can be seen in the fact that instead of wearing the pattens over a pair of shoes, she rather has it over her bare feet, using thick wads of clothing pieces to secure her feet in the patten.
The mother of the boy turned sharply, her left poin
