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Two Children

At the bus-stop, a boy of maybe 10 pointed a cowboy-gun-finger at me.

Bang! 

A small woman shouted across the road, Get the fuck over here NOW!

When he ran back, the small woman slapped him in the face.

…………………………

On the bus, a boy of perhaps 9 stumbled as we pulled away.

A woman said, Wouldn’t you sit down like I asked you?

They spent the journey peeping through a small hole  in a shoe-box, laughing.

………………………….

I want to know what was in the box.

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