Leggings - the coat of memory.

Early in the morning, a group of unfriendly's in the village, having one of their lovely little spiteful spats outside of the surgeries.

A young woman striking through her coat, which was worthy of the Duchess of Auschwitz – perfect fur collared strode out to squeak to them.

“Oh Helza dear,” said one wrinkled old crone clearly, “We're telling her what's what!”

“No need,” Helza said with a wink over the tall collar which held up her neck securely. “We got them thinking that she's the same size as I am. It's all sorted!”

“Don't say that!” said another unhappily, “We're off to the hospital to sort it out!”

“Well okay,” said Helza nonchalantly, waving the fur upwards in an unbothered kind of way. “Do you're best then!” and with a friendly wave she stalked away across the stony path leaving them to their fate.

On the way home from work the people on the bus passed on the news that the mission had been derailed. The work of of informing the Doctor that my conditions were not as bad as the ones they had… had been put straight by someone who knew.

Their faces showed the fury of the unrighteous. Did they get their payments for disabilities sorted? Or are they on the mend. The way the monies are going – we hope for their recoveries.

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The following night the noise was unbearable, in the shades. The wolves and tigers were wide spread in order to spread the word that something was happening…

Tonight when I should have been catching up on lost sleep, I heard the mice whispering, the drain pipe lickers gathering outside in the wind. This is a recent development of people who used to talk to trees. A delivery was expected or sales were to be made… It was a night for lost souls...

“Let's abort for now,” said a male voice maliciously, “Come on Helza you're not getting anywhere.”

A car drives away.

Is it real or not?

The wind blows through the trees...