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The sun had now stood at a vantage point although the rays hadn't become so bright as yet. There were several lines of bright light shining around the sky and the clouds werem so moody. The heavy rain that had poured the previous day didn't show alot of signs now as the clouds were roughly as bright as the smiles of a maiden queen. One could conclude that the day would be a bright one after looking at the weather. The breeze that followed the sublime nature of the sky was also enthusing, The branches of trees that stood at high altitude were comforting and waved to compliment he sound weather all the more. The shades of light that lit street ways and water walk paths weren't very luminous as yet as the sun was still waking from slumber. Shrugs too danced from left to eight and the sun could be see meekly from an intersection of green leaves and broad upper arms of prosperous bush trees. The ground was still wet with yester nights heavy rain although the tickets had become shiny probability meaning would dry off soon. Short armed leaves still had droplets of water on them which sparkled gallantly of a Roman queen on summers holoday. Tha muddy grounds still had foot prints on them and they were as wet just to show that the owners were still at ears shot. The days light was now open and broad and even the sun could be seen properly, nobody heard the clocks crow, but maybe they were cariied away by the lovable weather of that solemn morning and so wasn't lucky enough to have woken up early to inform the world of nascsnt dawn of a new day. Everything else gave way to the beautiful morning and all was well.

The muddy road spreading around the vicinity were still empty, evidence of the intriguing nature of the day. Most people were still cuddling in there beds underlocally made flannels and without any volition of leaving that comfort while those who weren't cuddling simply had nothing to cuddle on.strings of yesterday's outporu werstill lurking on most buildings. Birds had began perching on wet twigs whilst singing the morning anthem, the village was still as placid as ever, the songs of stray beds and the barks of impatient dogs who shouted their owners to wakefulness. The paths were quite compacted, with doors very close to each other. The they were local houses made our of anything that could hold still in the ground and mostly secured to iron spikes simply to keep the heads of he inhabitants under cover. It seemed so that the population living in the area were peasants ranging from petty farmers to hunters who depended on the days hunt and wake up every day only to satisfy the most emergent beds of the day and leave the rest to God. There were several trees standing around at awkward corners around the horizon, at the end of the stretched path which seemed to bifurcate the village was a huge dig tree with ginormous branches. A host of Warbleris nested on its branches, they moved around in an anthill sort of way with some going up and others down the huge tree. The tree covered a great space and created shade under it.

There under that cold shade of the gigantous fig tree which until now was still and serene like the grave yards of decapolis,lay a mounds digyrwhixh lay to its sides. Of course,seemed more of a human figure. A considerably huge one, although not very huge but it was well a grown fjgure. It lay calously on the floor tilted to the left of its sides. The figure had on it a very haggard hairy distraught apparel which covered the figure excellently leaving no part of it credible to sight. It almost looked like the carcass of a river bull upturned many times by heavy waves. The figure was immersed, it seemed as if the rain of thprevious night had all fallen on it. It was stoll and perfectly at peace, and increasing and decreasing in perfect uniform. The figure was too peaceful, supine and undisturbed under such a naturally disturbing state. I had not moved except for the steady rise and fall of it's blossom. The manner in which it was gathered to a spot without any particular human care as to where it lay was quite astonishing. Beside it lay a tall smooth skinned staff that looked like the staff of some ancient socerer. The staff lay to the right close to the figure still as still and supine as what it complimented.

The day had begun to dry up, the leaves had also begun to loose their moist, droplets of water dripped in single outlets with steady pace and it fall freely on anywhere. The leaves above the stagnant figure were also letting out moist and letting them land constantly on the already water filled figure.

suddenly, the acrane figure began to shake, as if it were only vibrating. Then theovement graduate from slow steady quite and smooth to a sudden spontaneous serious. It shook for some moments before the parts began to separate, then in the split period of a minor moment, the hand excluded itself from the moundy cover of animal hide.. It led its way straight and held the smooth fleshed staff that had a height conspicuously equivalent to that of he figure which now boasted of a hand. The hand was thin and weary, the fingers sleak and red. It seemed as if the blood had seized up in them and couldn't flow, the veins were dicipherable and wrinkles clear. It shook tremendously as it stretched to grasp the staff. The movement was revised, the strange feminine hand which looked beaten into pulp flesh and remolded roughly did not search for the staff but grabbed it with much expertise as if it had been a dropping and picking it up a hundred years. The mound animal skin began to shake next, growing bold this time in its movement. It now exposed rough visions of badly wrinkled pale pale white skin. The hide cover began to slip and drop continously as the figure raised, there was no stop this time. Whatever had lain within it was now determined to come out, the flesh now clearly visible was decrepitudinous. It seemed like the body of an alligator. The skin fold lifted, and yes voraciously now. Yrs, I it was a person, an old structure with very weak limbs and an unhealthy skin texture. The face was visible, although the gender was still confusing. It didn't speak, whoever it was.

The face of the person had fallen, the skin bending very low, the hair of it was white like tenders of snow on a winter dawn, and it was haggard an very unkempt. The upper part of it looked yellow and dirty, with the eyebrows brown and the same. This figure still had the eye shot, and it was as tightly closed as if it would never open. The grip on the tall slim smooth and pointy tightened and her movement became even more lively. Her nose was broad and her mouth weary. The lips pitched to this awkward seemingly epicene face was crackly and tough. It looked as if it had never tested moist and it would never, the akin of it was rougghened like the body of the ancient Israelite unleavened breadwith several tears and wears at several spots. The head was now waving, in spontaneous uncontrolled directions. It was held as is perceiving something in the air.

Suddenly, the iin a moment of split shake, and it rose from where it rested on the stick, and there was no telling 2here such a weak and inert old figure could get the energy for such impromptu locomotion. It straightened quite intensely. It was now standing a little upright, but the cloak that had covered it before still hung on its bag covering it halfway, but then it began to slip slowly as she straightened, leaning closer to the floor with gradual movement. Soon, he the drenched black hairy antiquated animal skin cover was lying on the floor as helpless as the old woman had lain before.

When the cloak had fallen off completely, the figure of her was now exposed. The flesh was white and pale with thousands of wrinkle marks around it. She had worn nothing else except the old haggard cloak which now lay on the floor leaving her nauseating nudity exposed to 5otal view. She was standing now with her back bent over and her two hands oh the amoothened surface of the stqffthatvwas nothings more than an inch above her height. Her eyes were still tightly shot and the white lines that lined her lids were enticing as they were as long as hair. Her breasts were flapping helplessly as they hung p3ndulously from her chest, they were dried out and creaky, completely tired from age. The flesh of it was very tired and weak and wrinkled like a rumpled piece of paper and the breast length was outrageous. They reached from her chest to a point on the staff that was well below her hands which grabbed the surface of the staff restlessly with all the prehensile forsee she could muster. There was a very thick black spot on the neeple which covered some few millimeters and made a difference in the complexion of her skin. The flesh around it had several short and long line that could not be counted and she didn't seem to care at what position the two glands lay. Her stomach was also tired and sparsely pushed in as if nothing had entered its bowls since ahbegan to live, there was a hole in it. Not particularly a hole though, it seemed to have once housed the navel since it sat at a god position to do so. Down there to her groins 2as a more irritating spectacle, than the rest of her whole that is. It was not something of which to speak. The cunt was lying helplessly between her thighs, and they were so loosely apart as if her vagina was an entire rat hole. The view was awkward, but the old 2oman was completely naked if not for the brim of the cloak which seemed to be tied to her ankle. She now also rested her head on the point of the staff where her hands lays if she had gotten tired from just standing for some minutes. The staff was driven all the more into the earth, her naked frame limping forward to rest on it. Her nails were quite pointy, all of them looking long and dirty. She looked more of a vagabond who had nothing of a life,. Slightly, and her eyes opened, slowly and gently as if she had to carry her heavy lids with cautious care. Her eye ball were the color of dirty white and her eyes were cold inscrutable, she mopped around as if she couldn't see a thing. That color that her eyes bore would suggest that she was blind but she still looked on and after sometime, she closed them and tightened hervlods as they were before and began also to look around with shot eyes.

The naked old woman was now shivering, she cleared her throat slowly like groaning crocodile and shook her head languidly, the atmosphere wacold and her body was bare. She was quivering in her stance, resting completely on nothing more than the stick looked as ancient as her self. She mumbling something, her pale and colorless lips were moving but nothing was heard. The sun was in full view and her figure was visible. Now she protruded her face from where she had it behind her enigma of a staffand satisfied with the complexion of the day, she was she screamed aloud.

What's been the thing you lean on when life gets hard? What is one thing you would like to be remembered for? What role would you say faith plays in your life? If it turned out that God did exist, and you had an opportunity to ask God any question and get an immediate answer, what would it be?

Her voice was odd, it seemed to posses some strange kind of masculine echoe, one could not imagine that a person as frail and seemingly senile as herself could posses such a lyrical tone. Although it was frail hence it died away quick. It was loud enough to wake a sleeping cat. She stop firm raising her figure as shspoke and resting silently on her staff when she was done, the woman was determined, she would get them all out. She had a salient message and they all had to hear it. Her voice came again, the second time going on punctuated flows of word. Her voice was now cracking from strain, she was tired. She moved her toes smartly, pushing the dust that lay before them forward. The staff shook on the earth and ahpulled her face from it. The old woman upturned her face, facing the sky which now has golden lined so sun rays tearing across and through it. She rested her broad jaw on the staff pointing her face to the heavens. She moved her feet backwards giving her another awkward stance. Her butts were now protruded with her waist bent, she rested wholly on the staff as her back took on the position of a gentle slope. She spoke in riddles and rhymes and contorted words and ideas. She was sleak and fearsome and had a solemn type of determination that wasn't characteristic of an old woman. Trickles of flesh begann to escape her flesh, and they were sparkly and came in droppings. One jiubeyed frome her forehead where it had originated slowly through the center of her eyes and tilted to the left continuing its journey through her neck to the center of her flapping baggy beast and finally dropping on the floor. A cold silence ensued, the old woman gathered her wit, bringing down her ace gently to the surface level of the staff, she concluded her respite and her parabolic message came again.

The shreaking sound of her voice was now in the distance, the message now not only became semantically obstinate and vague but physically still there was no correspondence. The children who had been peeping from the windows ith eyes laddened with the gravy weight of u concluded slumber were now loosing interest. The more adult ones of which some had their hands covering their wards eye were still shaken. Tg old woman was still in sight, and her white buttocks and back which was still bended to the staff 2as now creaky to the sight. And the flesh of her flapping breast were still dangling as she trudged into the distance. Her hair was waving and floating in the early morning hair and her voice HD now become like a whisper. Her cloak dragged behind her, she sweeping the floor such that anybody could follow her wherever she went. The stamps of her staff too was still visible, she was like the hoof marks of a Trojan horse.

The people were still stunned, some had already began murmuring about it, it took them moments to recover from the scene. The more affected ones still stood or leaned in pensive deliberation. Her message was vague, but yet it had a very warm appeal to the inner heart, and the one they called the inner eye. One could see themselves reflecting all around the message, but like the view in a shattered morrow frame. It punctured the faith of some while it emptied others, but cruel though it was, how could an old named frail woman bring such news in morning of a welcoming day, driving the mood of many to a gutland of self uncertainty. She had been screaming it as if it was nothing with her coarse and speared voice. Everybody heard her, but everybody who wanted to anyways. Since the days of isaih and the prophets who told stories of eron and God nobody had questioned their endeavors so well. The place had been in piece since with self religion and personal worship everywhere.,itvwas some firm of intuitive syncretism. Everybody was allowed to believe in what they did so everywhere was healhy and nowstray t who looked like an insane mermaid woman comes to tell otherwise. Where did she even come from for her to look that mystique, maybe she had fallen from heaven. But she wasn't going the way back to heaven. What was she saying, how dare she, and what am obnoxious questionnaire she had brought with her. Although alot of people had alot of religion, as many as they were, they were her message singularly questioned all of it. Although it had only bee a shirt check out. Yet it sparsely accused all them of idolatry, they all worshipped something. Tangible or abstract. Some worshipped molded swords, and some calfs and some simply expressed religion through neatness honesty and other virtues all alike. Everyman had his own God, yet the old woman had thrown a stone to their faces by her message.. Some of them starred at their carvelings and the better ones looked within themselves.

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He had not wanted to get up from his bed, even though he had heard everything the shrewd old woman had said. The screams of obnoxious messages towering from and old unstable voice, that was too little a mystery to disturb his skep. He had held the pillow over his head as he swore he would never join the the spectators the old woman had amassed. And even as the voice faded away he was still cuddled up in his bed.

The room as quite stuffy and stifling, there bits of everything thrown around. The atmosphere smelt of perspiration and fug mixed with a tincture of woody smoke that filled the nose. The creamy wooden door was tightened to the post and stood as fiem as it if wasn't a passage way. The floor was tucked away into a very old and haggard rug, there were wears and tears everywhere and on looking at it,, one would be sure the occupant wasn't so proud of his pocket. Around the floor were scattered a variety of items ranging from very ancient clothing materials to utensils, and bits of dirty pages of brown paged books. By the length of the side wall stood a tall spaced wooden wardrobe that had a large light bronze knob which looked like the candle stands of the altar of otlento. Clothing materials could be seen popping out from the intersection of the two closets, that would give the notion that wardrobe was randomly stuffed without any arrangements. Closest to it was the table with a local light bearer hanging it's bulb pendulously towards the surface of the table. Strangely enough, the table was well kept and dusted too, it seemed to be the prices part of the whole place. There as a strict regulation as to how the books on it were arranged wig smaller ones atop the bigger ones. One considerably large book was opened almost in the the center of itdirecy under the light bearer, the someone must have left it open after the nights read. The four legged wooden bed stood in proximity with table such that fallen from the table one would surely land on the bed, that was certain. The bed covered a larger part the room as if it as made for. whole family.

To be continued

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