Thousand: Three Hundred Sixty-Four

I pointed at with a sneer? No, they were laughing at something else. Having the power of fate at their disposal, perhaps. One made a joke about about the other’s nose? I don’t remember. The woman looked at me but her eyes were dull. They might as well have been painted on stone. I did not recant. And lost my hand to the transaction. I wonder if they allowed the beggar woman her bag of dried apples and dates? I believe someone helped stanch the blood. I believe I was not thrust out the city gates with a curse. I