Hashtali-Achafa a Divine Spot

It was a good spot. A spot near the bus stop. A spot where on many days the air was filled with aroma of fruits and vegetables from tables set up in front of markets. A spot where a poignant odor from the fish market stretched the nostrils. There on that corner, that favorable spot of hers where she spread her blanket And on that blanket, her well-crafted beads and basket do heavily employed. There on that corner, that favorable spot where one would have no need to have the nose of a bloodhound to pick up the different smells of people. There on that corner, that favorable spot she smelled mineral odors from shipyard workers, whose boots and uniforms were stain by oil. There on that corner, that favorable spot there were strong musty, and repugnant smells from dislocated drifters. There on that corner, that favorable spot, were dusty smells of the sawdust and paper mill. It was a good spot, a most favorable spot where her body and soul ravished the distinctive odors, and the many loud and indistinguishable voices that were subaqueous to the object of the sounds of the street. It was that spot on that corner that whispering winds spoke to her about in her dream. It was a dream that was sent to her by Hashtali- Achafa. On that corner, that most favorable spot she offered up her praise to Hashtali-Achafa and hawk out notice of her goods. And Hashtali-Achafa blessed her with prosperity. Copyright 2017 Looking At The Light From The Bottom Of The Lake Inspired by a character from the book Halona, copyrighted 2004