He must
have stood for quite some time in front of the missing person's photo, because
his feet were starting to feel numb. But he couldn't help it. He was sure that
the missing person in the picture reminded him of someone he once knew. Those
big brown eyes, the pointed nose. Even the ears looked familiar. He shook his
head and, with some effort, moved his stiff limbs. He had a sudden crave for
something sweet. He hadn't had something sweet in a long time. Maybe the kind
young man in the corner shop could spare him a candy bar.
Yet, the young man seemed hesitant as he was
handing him the bar of chocolate. He said something about too much chocolate
being bad for someone his age, since this candy bar was the tenth he had given
him that day. Nonsense. The boy must have him confused with someone else. After
all, he hadn't had something sweet in a
long time.
Out of the corner shop, he caught his
reflection at the window. And, for a second, he froze. He was sure he had seen
that face before. The old man staring back at him with those big brown eyes,
the pointed nose, even the ears looked familiar. But the person that came back
to his mind was younger, much younger. He stood there for some time, motionless,
candy bar at hand, until his limbs felt stiff. With some effort, he moved
forward, past a missing person's photo. Suddenly, he felt a crave for something
sweet. He hadn't had something sweet in a long time.