Sunset

He studied the coins in his palms carefully, jingled them weakly and looked up. It was then our eyes met. He had that look I have so often seen in my journeys; the look of an honest laborer silently resigned to his fate. Promised dimes but given pennies.

Having nowhere else to go, he put his head down and walked away from the mansion filled with golden treasures. With only the sunset to look towards - the consolation that he could at least hide his hunger in the shadows of the night.