a boy

He slouches in a vinyl chair, snacking on something in a basket from the kitchen. He half watches the Indian movie with English subtitles on the large screen television in the restaurant. After his snack, he kneels on the chair and presses his palm against the window. It's cold. I watch him and wonder what he's looking at, what he's thinking. Maybe he's reading the sign at Long John Silver's across from his family's place. "NEW! ALASKAN FLOUNDER BASKET," the sign advertises. Or maybe he's staring at the snow that's coming down and coating the parking lot. He wears basketball shorts. He stares out the window for quite some time. After he retires to the kitchen, I go to the same window and look outside. I see the sign, the snow, cars passing and places for rent across the street. I wonder what he saw.