Little Joey ran through the red plaza as old town's sun turned into a mean red. A couple blocks away a violin played a tune of his grandparent's time. He found shade under a ragged quick shop. Went inside and let the afternoon come without a word to the shopkeep and sat crumbled up in a corner. He woke up some time after and went into the twilight to find some early night fun. Walked down the narrow street aligned with flower pots in the small verandas. The old folks had gone to bed by then and he knew Margarita would be waiting by the half broken window.
Hands in his pocket kicking up dust, he worse a grin in his face for no reason. Little Joey got to the half broken window and soot there kinda shy. He threw a a small rock at the broken side and a pretty girl's head soon peeped into the door.