Old Penniless

This is the first short story I have written completely. The protagonist of this novel is old, and its prototype is based on an accident when I saw a boy sitting in front of his dark cabin on the bus, sitting in a daze under the winter sun. He was curled up on a small wooden stool, and the door was gently leaning against his back, making him appear very quiet. For a moment, I felt a pity for him and a feeling of sympathy for him. I didn't understand why I felt this way, as if his quietness was isolated in the busy world. Then my imagination began to burst with fragments about that boy...