Griselda's Story

The fall had also cut her scalp deeply, and a black pool of blood slowly grew on the stones behind her head. The dog would have barked his alarm, but could not. He skulked into the bamboo thickets, knowing he had done something terribly wrong. That night, i ran so far that i couldn't run any more, and i walked home, cold and nearly blind with exhaustion. I picked up the book off my mat, entered the cottage, took a long, hot shower and slept until mid morning. When i came out to feed and water the mastiff, i saw through the bars of the gate the purple soles of griselda's feet facing me