By dusk, Antonio was exhausted, his shoes worn through. He saw the boy again — not the thief, but a ragged child, no older than his own son Bruno. The boy was leaning against a wall, eyes darting, hand resting on a bicycle’s handlebars. It was not Antonio’s. But in the fading light, a bicycle was just a bicycle.
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And then, through the legs of the crowd, Antonio saw Bruno. His eight-year-old son, who had followed him all afternoon without complaint, now watching his father being held down like a common thief. By dusk, Antonio was exhausted, his shoes worn through
Antonio stood. He wiped his eyes with his sleeve. And the two of them walked home in silence, past the movie posters of happier lives, one bicycle lighter, and one boy heavier. It was not Antonio’s
Antonio’s hand closed over the handlebar. The boy shoved him. Antonio shoved back. A woman screamed. A crowd gathered. They pulled Antonio to the ground, pinning his arms.
The boy shook his head.