The Unlikely Seer

Thanks to Rochelle for leading our merry band of Friday Fictioneers, it’s amazing how you can keep up with everything! Thanks, also to ceayr for providing the picture prompt. When I enlarged it and “saw the writing on the wall” I absolutely had to run with it.

“I’ve lived beside the pond so long,” Botene thought, “I no longer remember when I arrived.”
Nor was there any memory whether Botene was man or woman. His/her hair was brittle, like sticks, and
his/her skin rough as bark. Through time his/her feet had spread until shoes wouldn’t fit.

People ignored all these things when they asked, “Will I marry?” “Have sons?”
“Get rich?” Botene didn’t know. Perhaps if the villagers brought
gifts: shampoo, or lotion, or food he/she might care.

Still, when Botene smiled and said, “Everything is going to be alright,” never anything else,
the villagers went away happy.

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