A Collar Made of Gold

She was sitting on a bench across the street from a bakery, watching the people walk by. She saw a boy, no older than eight, stop and look through the glass. His body was short and thin, almost gaunt. She saw the boy’s gaze fixed upon the baguettes. Saw the owner run out yelling, angry. Saw the boy run off. She saw a couple walk up to the store and look at a wedding cake through the glass. She saw the woman point at the price and the man bow his head. Saw them leave, defeated and dejected. Saw the man give one last glance through the glass before trying to forget what he saw. She then saw a car drive up to the store, a lady at it’s helm and a dog by her side. She saw the owner rush and open the door to his shop. She saw the man hesitate, deciding whether or not to let the pup through. In the end he held the door open and let the dog scamper in. How could he not? The dog had ribbons in it’s hair and a collar made of gold.