Thinking about writing a story with Gypsies.
The gypsy woman looked straight into my eyes and I saw her whole face light up as if she had found something very important and very small and then she called me Maliki.
That is not my name
I have injured my leg and I don't know how to heal it and neither do any of the rich educated doctors I've visited.
She grabs my arm that was hanging at my side and takes me into the small dark backroom. There is only a dimily lit stool and wash basine.
Have a seat she says and points at the stool. After I sit down she stands in front of me and kneels down and lifts up the pant leg of my injured leg and begins to examine my leg like a mother would examine the scraped knee of her little child and then she leans in and kisses the inner side of my knee.
Why did you do that? I asked
mother's remorse, she said sadly.
She then stood up and went back to the front of the shop and left me sitting in the stool not quite sure of what I should do or say. I'm still in disbelief about everything that has happened this week and apprehensive of what might happen next.
I roll down my sleeve while listening to her rummaging threw rows of cluttered junk dropping this and that from time to time.
And then suddenly she appeared before me holding out her hand containing a clear glass bottle of white powdered pills. She tells me to take one and only one every day for the next week and everything will be back to normal by the end of the week.
That is not my name
I have injured my leg and I don't know how to heal it and neither do any of the rich educated doctors I've visited.
She grabs my arm that was hanging at my side and takes me into the small dark backroom. There is only a dimily lit stool and wash basine.
Have a seat she says and points at the stool. After I sit down she stands in front of me and kneels down and lifts up the pant leg of my injured leg and begins to examine my leg like a mother would examine the scraped knee of her little child and then she leans in and kisses the inner side of my knee.
Why did you do that? I asked
mother's remorse, she said sadly.
She then stood up and went back to the front of the shop and left me sitting in the stool not quite sure of what I should do or say. I'm still in disbelief about everything that has happened this week and apprehensive of what might happen next.
I roll down my sleeve while listening to her rummaging threw rows of cluttered junk dropping this and that from time to time.
And then suddenly she appeared before me holding out her hand containing a clear glass bottle of white powdered pills. She tells me to take one and only one every day for the next week and everything will be back to normal by the end of the week.
