June
Monday 11 November 2013 photo 1/3
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They looked alive, the wooden animals. He reached over to touch the pig. "Don’t touch it with your dirty hands if you’re not going to pay for it."
Still in mid-touch Wyatt stared at the woman. She was glaring at him. Sure he’s dirty, he knew that. But he just wanted to touch, to see if they would move. Pouting Wyatt removed his hand. Then glancing at his brothers he sneaked further away. To the next stall.
Wyatt wasn’t sure what the man sitting behind this table was selling. The items had leather covers and then there were sheets of paper inside. He wanted to open them and have a look inside, at the sheets of paper. But he didn’t dare touch them. After staring at the items for a moment, wondering what they were used for, Wyatt started walking for the next table. He didn’t get far.
Angry voices. Wyatt turned around just in time to see a man flip the woman’s table over. Wooden sculptures and trinkets flying everywhere. They screamed at each other and then the man hit the woman right in her face. Somebody had to help her. Wyatt looked around at the people standing around. Nobody did anything. They were looking away, minding their own business. Glancing a bit at the spectacle. He kept hitting her, they had both fallen to the ground. Still nobody did anything. A big boiling ball formed in the pit of Wyatt’s stomach. Why didn’t anyone do anything? Why didn’t he? The ball grew bigger and part of it started traveling up his throat, it was burning. He couldn’t breathe. He needed to do something, but what could he do? "Stop it!"
Wyatt’s voice didn’t carry over the turmoil. Both the man and the woman was screaming. He took a step closer to them. "STOP IT!"
Reaching them Wyatt grabbed a hold of the man’s arm. The man stopped for moment. Then yanked his arm away and hit Wyatt in the face. Wyatt stumbled and fell to the ground. Covering his face with his hands Wyatt curled up. His hands were getting wet and his ears were ringing.
The woman kept screaming, hurting his ears. He couldn’t do anything. Nothing. He was too weak and too stupid. "Stop it!"
Wyatt moved his head a little and lifted a hand from his face. A man. A man with metal clothes grabbed a hold of the man’s arm.
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Camera info
Camera Iphone 5
Focal length 4 mm
Aperture f/2.4
Shutter 1/50 s
ISO 64
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