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Horses – a short story from “Rainbows in Braille” – A collection of short stories – By Elmo Jayawardena They walked along the rough, broken pavement. A father and a son, ‘shabby’ is too light a word to describe what they wore, could be a little less in value. The little boy is bare-footed and the man wears wasted Bata rubber slippers, both ambling along under the noon day sun, scorched, drenched in sweat, oblivious to much of the world and its cacophony filled street. .        “The buses are too crowded,” aren’t they Thaththe?         The man nods and trudges in silence.        “It is better to walk, we have time,” says the little one, repeating what the father had said before.        For that too the older one nods.  The father takes his steps in silence; his hand hanging low as the little boy’s outstretched fingers struggle to ...