The Still Night
You are around 5 or 6 years old. You are dirty. Very dirty. You live in an alley and rarely venture as far as the end. You have no idea how you got there or where ‘there’ is. The world is a very frightening and dangerous place. People die all the time, others disappear, rumoured to be taken away by a giant with a sack.
You are the ‘littles’, – the ‘bigs’ seem to find scraps of food from someplace and share it out. There is never enough to go around and people often don’t wake up. It gets cold, really cold and then people don’t wake up. The bigs go out of the alley but there are only a handful of them and sometimes they don’t all come back. No one ever talks about the ones who don’t come back.
Occasionally you look up and that is bad. The sky is wrong.