Birthday Treat

His stomach grumbled. It was his birthday, maybe mummy would give him some extra rice today. They had been waiting in the queue for over an hour he thought. Some men in black clothes stood on the other side of the street, watching them. A man tried to walk past them, but they beat him to the floor. His blood mingled with the dirt in the gutter. One man stamped on his head and he stopped moving.

“Mummy, did you see that?” Timmy asked, pointing across the street. “No,” she said plainly. Timmy soon learnt that he never saw it either.