a little fence of alphabet...

The man sits down, adjusts his trousers, his shirt collar, brushes back his hair. He unwraps the burger and takes a bite, chewing slowly while bringing the morning paper closer to him, reading the headlines quickly and turning the pages with a quick, jerky motion. Between his reading he sips his coffee and takes a few more bites from his ham-and-cheese burger, his eyes seldom moving away from the page he is reading. Putting down the paper at the sports section, he turns to look at the time, and sees in front of him a young boy of about five years old. The boy looks at him, extends his right hand forward with the palm outstretched, and shows him a one-dollar gold coin. He stares at the boy, then at the coin, then at the boy again. He waits. The boy does not speak, but brings his palm nearer the man's torso. He frowns, then reaches out to take the coin. As his finger touches the boy's palm, the boy withdraws his hand suddenly, laughing loudly as he does so. He makes a face at the man, then runs away. The man laughs and shakes his head in amusement, and picks up his paper.