Lachesis
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Lachesis the extrovert, ageing,
snake charmer woke as usual to the suns rays penetrating the gaps in the slats
of the old wooden rickety shutters. There was no need to check the time
on the ticking, wind up clock on the cane bedside table as it was always around
6am that she woke, any hint of a lie in and
she felt drugged. Muttering to herself and her
imaginary friends; she cursed the daybreak. Lachesis always
felt worse on waking, aggravated by her sleep, she felt sad and
anxious. Experience dictated that her life functioned better
with short naps. Despite the early hour, the small bedroom
felt stuffy and oppressive, and she felt asthmatic.
Lachesis rolled off the bed and staggered towards the shutters, and pulled them
wide open. She was a warm-blooded individual and
was worse for the heat of the room and felt better for the open air.
She stepped out onto the verandah and surveyed the small market square
already alive with vendors setting up their stalls. Market traders
bickered over favourite spots, bartered and joked and cursed. Walid the
son of the fruit vendor whistled and shouted for her attention, tipped his fez
then threw a ripe fig for her to catch. Lachesis regularly bought fruit
from his fathers stall, He knew she desired fruits,
but he didn’t know that fruit ameliorated her.
Tightening the cord of her full length red silk dressing gown as the fig was in
mid flight almost caused her to miss the missile but it saved her
dignity. She punctured the fig with her red painted thumb nail, licked
its sweetness and thanked the young boy...........
Lachesis Materia Medica
Lachesis Materia Medica