Contest entry for flash-fiction. The poorest of people do not need your Mercy.
Mary often sees that a poor boy of her age with a dirty shirt sees from a far distance with his bright eyes when she takes Ice candy regularly at 4 p.m.
After listening to everything, Father comments, "Poverty is such thing which never gives any liberty to fulfil desires."
It is just 4 p.m. Today Mary buys two ice candies observing the boy in the same position. She goes to the boy and says, "Take it" in her nightingale tone.
The boy opposes silently by nodding his head in both directions.
"I shall be very unhappy" Mary again requests him with her natural sweet smile.
The boy observing directly in the eyes of Mary.
Few silent moments.
The boy takes the candy and turns back sharply in the opposite direction and run away speedily.
Mary feels happy. She thinks I shall give him candy in each day.
Several years passed away. Mary takes an ice candy daily even now but she didn't see that boy anymore