Painted Pearls
But they stopped first amid the stalls where the vendors watched with hawk eyes, as sniggering folk wandered through large sacks and basins brimming with every sort of grain and dried pea that a mind could conjure.
Liziwe waited as Susan made her bargains with the merchant, slipping her hand into the sack of split peas. The feel of it was some strange comfort; some new texture that massaged her bony fingers and made them conscious. She closed her eyes, and smiled.
"Mistress, I've finished- let's continue?" Susan's bright voice interrupted her musings. "Yes," she replied, and they walked on. Deliberately, she slid her gloved hands into her pockets, the corners of her lips lifted upwards as sh
Bab Populer