Her concept of beauty

Steven hunter’s point of view:

My hands are already ragged from all the hard work I have been doing, even my face hasn’t been washed in days, my once shiny dark complexion is now dirty, tainted and stained with both harsh experience and dirt, I haven’t been in the shower for the past few days. 

As I walk past the streets of New York, people are either closing their noses or making weird sounds on reference to the pungent smell coming off of me, don’t mind me though, I’m definitely not proud of the fact that I stink.

“can’t he have a bath or something?” asks one passerby lady, “yeah he sure does stink, and his hair, is almost lifeless” replies her accomplice.

My almost bony legs begin leading me to my solace as usual.

I find myself standing in front of the skyscraper, in front of the modelling building that I so much love. “MacPherson’s” it’s a cosmetic building with lots of high paid models in it, their cosmetics is like one of the bests.

I walk further toward the security, the same guy I have come to love so much smiles at me.

“hey loner” yells Mr. Whitestone to me, his hands in the air already waving at me. No doubt the smile on my face was huge already, as he begins to take fast steps toward me, McDonalds in his almost arthritic looking hand.

“hey pal” Mr. Whitestone calls handing me my usual cheese and burger.

“thank you so much Mr. Whitestone” I say whilst placing my hands in my mouth to cover the stench that usually disturbs the comfort of others when I talk.

“you know son, you could get a job here” I smile at him honestly because if there is one thing, I have never been used to then it is hard work.

“I know, sir, Whitestone, I just don’t know where to start from”

My limbs begin scratching me, again and I decide to drop the paper wrap and scratch it.

“I’ll leave you be son, whenever you change your mind, as usual my number is at the back of the paper bag, so do what you will with it, and just in case you cant get hold of a phone, I’m always seated at this door post in the afternoon” 

“Mr. white”

calls someone from the sliding doors of Macpherson’s. he taps me on the shoulder, remembering the dirty state I am in, he immediately scrunches his face and begins rubbing his palm at the back of his trousers, so much for not having a bath.

“you should learn to be neat son, no one’s gonna have your bath for you, just so you know”.

with that said he hurriedly leaves me and goes to the red haired who called him.

With a smile on my face I walk closer to the pearly walls of the skyscraper and put my butt on the floor, I immediately open up the paper bag, and inhale the aroma of the fresh burger, after staring at it for a 

while I take a deep bite, immediately It enters my mouth I remember the fact that it’s been long I owned a tooth brush. Thinking of the germs that have been piled up in my mouth for a long time I cringe, and still take another bite, I keep taking bites until the whole thing is finished.

“what a shame though” I say my life never used to be like this, it’s my fault for running away.

I let the cold breeze slap my face, and I decide to take a nap, under the sun which my skin has learnt to get so used to, having at the back of my mind that I will soon be chased away.