Newsies One Shot

"Here you go, dear," the woman smiled, handing you the simple bouquet.

"Thank you," you responded, handing her the coins to cover the price.

You turned away from the flower cart to head on your way, but you saw your fellow newsies Davey who looked rather confused about seeing you there.

"Afternoon," you smiled to him, hoping you could just exchange pleasantries before you could carry on with your day.

"Why did you just buy flowers?" He questioned.

"Pardon?"

"It's it a waste?" He asked. "You sleep on the streets and rarely get a hot meal; how can you justify wasting the minimal money you earn on flowers?"

You couldn't be bothered to be polite or edge around the subject, so decided to be honest with him as most of the other newsies knew about it, other than the newest newsies, Davey.

"It's for my parents graves."

His expression dropped instantly with your words, feeling guilty for questioning you when it was an action of your deepest sorrow.

"They passed a few years ago and they were my only family so without them I ended up on the streets. I know I could use the money for something else, but I need to honour their memory. I try to visit their graves as often as I can and get some flowers every few months," you shrugged.

"I'm really sorry," he whispered. "I didn't know."

"I know," you said softly. "It's okay. I know it can seem stupid, but we all do what we need to. I was just heading over to their graves now to put these on them."

Davey gave you a gentle smile, holding out his arm to you.

"As an apology, may I escort you to the cemetery," he offered. I realise that I do not know nearly as much about you as I should."

"That would be very nice, thank you."

You took his arm in yours, linking them together as you begun to walk in the direction of the cemetery that wasn't far from the flower vendor you had just visited.

"Did you ever imagine that you would be here?" You queried.

"What do you mean by here?"

"Selling papers, I guess."

He let out a short chuckle. "I guess not. We weren't overly wealthy, but we were comfortable, that's why I think this union is so important for us all, if my father had one, we wouldn't be here."

"Yeah, I don't know how things have come from so far."

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Written by Charlotte.

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