Flame

"****"

As she shove nigher she saw a group of poor aged reclaimed chatting and giggling around the fire flames which was developed in a crumb drum.

She rush towards the conflagration as she had no alternative then this because of the tiredness that she was experiencing after running almost about a mile in that chilling whiffs, it was her only shot which could either be a mistake but ' hope is everything and the last final thing a someone could do '.

"P-Por favor iAyada!!!!"

With her only mother tongue which was all she knew as her life experience, she initiated to wail in a choking yet rackety pitch.

And in her comfort, this time her SOS wailing doesn't go wasted...

An old wrinkled man who was sport as an indigent man with swollen red eyes and almost torn donated clothes from another poor man, stood up waving his hand to the frightened girl...

"Here You-Ruddy!!!"

and spoke up in his revivified American tone...

Although none of his words were from her lexicon still it felt considerable and comforting as she scurry speedy towards his side from the void of the dusk and finally approach him (and others) gasping for air.

"....¡Por favor, a-ayúdame!"

"Um....are you alright?..."

The old one being confused by her foreign language still tried to calm her using not only his comforting words which were, of course, greek to her but also with his attempted gestures like pointing his finger towards her for the sign 'You' and a thumbs up for 'Alright'.

And to her gestural understandings, she turn around and pointed towards the manual shadiness that was running towards her in a kineticism.

"...Mala gente..."

A very bass-like the gasping waft she voiced shivering in cold.

And in a moment, members of that aged scrapers also encircled glimpsing at the flimsy state of her but that first-old man was looking at the pointed direction-at the shadows which soon came out to be taking a known body shape.