The boy leapt from between the rusty metal crates like a grasshopper, startling the crane operator so badly that his entire load crashed onto the harbor.
The crash caught everyone’s attention; the boy held it. Glimmering slightly in the wintery gloom, he had beauty that snared like fishhooks and wore ruined gray pajamas that looked like they’d been dragged along the ocean floor. Surprise widened his eyes, impossibly more blue than the sea behind him. With dock workers, students, and tourists all staring at him in cod-mouthed silence, he offered a hopeful and somewhat silly smile.
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Editors and Predators