"why is your face so goddamn dirty", yelled the belligerent man to the one legged woman lying on the street. he picked up her worn out walking stick. he looked carefully at it.

"one more hit and I can own you", he chuckled.

she looked so sad in that moment. her hair disheveled, her clothes in tatters. the princess of dejection.

i wish i could help, i thought to myself. but, I'm too busy taking a sad photo to do anything meaningful about it.