#nice strangers

We talked about art and their own expositions with it, I gave them my info, I learned that one of them owns over 2000 ladybugs lol, and they gave my a lot of encouragement to continue my craft.

She was probably just admiring the monument, but she was really looking straight to where I was so I waved a little.

And she waved back ! So I had a big smile and she smiled back !!

It made my day so much even the mockeries of my family saying I acted like a child couldn't make me stop smiling, which is extremely rare.

Plagues and deaths Deaths and plagues That’s the way it's known Even after being attacked… with stones.

But this very one was different So very insistent Leaving all who encountered it lacking, wanting, needing, Or simply indifferent.

The art of the aftermath would be more accurate Than book keeping of the very estimate Almost like they were abstinent. So now a story A short fiction in place of history About a girl named Abigail A 12 year old Jewish girl

It’s morning, the crack of dawn The maid, louise gets the little kids ready, in turn Abigail was the last born… the devil's spawn in a family of forty Her life was lavish, spoilt, happy, nothing was faulty. She rushes down to the table Sits next to her best sister Who was doing what she is most able Knitting socks, gloves, for her father And scarves for her mother. Slowly they all make it to the table Again nothing is faulty, only stable Eventually they are all sat down, ready to break their fast The only person that remained was their father Eventually he comes out A little with a start, they notice his arrival “What’s wrong papa?” she asked And indeed something was wrong He refuses to sit with her mother His wife, Abigail, the rest of their family No one knew what was wrong But he did… He knew he had caught the disease He knew he did not have much time left He knew he had to get his family out of there And he swore… He would not spread the disease. But the plague had begun spreading in his own home That he did not know After all, the symptoms did not show.

He had ten days Ten days to plan… to prepare Ten days he spent wisely. But still not enough They came to the estate Dragged every one out, even the maid She had no idea what was going on “why? What's going on?” She looked around, no sign of her father But her mother was dead on the lawn Stabbed in the stomach while trying to reach her youngest daughter. Abigail did a 360, it was all sickness and slaughter.

The last of them were rounded up. She wanted it to stop, for her mom to make it stop As they walked on her fear was raised an octave higher They were heading towards a fire. They started throwing people in, her mind was lost Her father died of the plague, her mom… shot. Her family was being thrown in, she started crying While one of the women kindling the fire just stood there… watching. In a moment of impulse, the woman ran “Run, run, don’t stop, run as fast as you can!” The woman dragged her through the woods without a plan As she put Abigail on the ground, her words, did she cram. The woman led them away, in the opposite direction. On the surface of a nearby lake Abigail saw her reflection Then she ran as fast as her legs could go Before they gave out in a place she did not know. She succeeded, the only survivor In her entire family, the one conqueror A conqueror of the plague... And death She became the teller of tales, and then lived on in stealth. Never staying anywhere long The words forever on her tongue “Run, run, don’t stop, as fast as you can”