The Village Well
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Marie Go promised to meet strategy at the village well at six o'clock, well before the women came with their empty jugs. Well before the men came with her empty wine skins they had agreed early in the morning would be less obvious. The Bell of ST Athanasius had already peeled seven times. Strongly started to worry. She was over an hour late for their rendezvous. He looked at his watch. He lit a cigarette, his third since waiting. He thought about broken promises. There have been many in his life, too many for one man. Old women, stooped, bent almost double under their load of wooden jugs, had already started to line up at the well. All of them Dressed in black from head to toe straw, T thought of crows sitting on a clothes line. Some of the women crossed themselves with private prayers. Others peered down into the wells darkness. Strozzi had given up, crossing himself and praying long ago. None of this concerns him now. His only concern was that something might have happened and that Marie Go was late. He had time to think so We chose to think about myths, anything to keep his mind often idea of a broken promise. He remembered the myth of the village well, if the well never went dry, according to the myth, Haiti's would venture up from the underworld and roamed the village, searching for anyone ready to return with him. But the well had never gone dry during strategies Lifetime nor during his father's lifetime and over abundance of Peloponnesian Rains kept Haiti's in his place. Deep down in the monkey, well, he didn't believe the folk tale, just as he didn't believe women crossing themselves. But there was one thing he wanted to believe more than any stupid superstition. Somewhere deep inside him, he wanted to believe Marie goes promise.