After 12 years
I wouldn’t normally go out, but I’d heard that he was coming, and I just had to try. Even if it was pointless, you get kind of desperate and will try anything. Well, not anything - after a while not anything painful or expensive… So there was a big crowd following him, all talking at the top of their voices to him and to each other. People were buying things along the side of the road, running on ahead to talk to other people, throwing figs or skins of wine to each other. Basically it was a walking party. I realised that I could easily get close to him - so many people around and no one was really paying attention. So I slipped close. It was hard to walk at the right pace, I had to pretend to be listening and look like I was part of the group. He was wearing this long cloak that was billowing out behind him, and I saw my chance! If he could really heal, then all I needed to do was to touch the cloak and slip away through the crowd. No one would ever know except me. At my age, I’m prac