Nescio (30)

NESCIO (30)

Theough the priestess had wedged cottonwool in her ears, still partially blind she could hear very clear. The sister continued to wail silently; the priestess was shocked to shake so violently.

The priestess decided to form a women's group; damaged and down-trodden, they formed quite a troop. They met regularly in the priestess' herb garden and spoke of such things they would rather have forgotten.

Despite good intentions, her sympathy was lacking. She knew that her patient look was subsiding and cracking.

'For God's sake,' she snarled, 'will you me some slack here?'

Her only concern now: the miserable sister.

The priestess soon found herself back on the street. (At least the medicated corn plasters eased her sore feet.)