The Spark Seller
The light of the lamp post under which he sat, was white and the copper flamed sky was fast turning black above the lake. A wrinkled shirt and a head that showed off a shock of white hair and a bald patch in the center. He sat on his haunches fanning the pan which held coal,bright red coal, and on it corn,bright yellow corn,turning black, fast like the sky above the lake. He fanned the coal with a fan of woven coconut leaves worn off at the edges with the loose coir jutting out. He fanned, to produce sparks, bright and feisty. They left golden streaks as they flew out into the cold evening breeze. His face,however, was hidden by the shadow his head cast over the white light, It looked dark, like the sky over the lake.