Tub of Ice Part III

Fesili takes my hand.

"We have to hurry.

  They are waiting!"

You realize the warning sirens are shrilling.

Performances take a toll,

 often with no time to regain what was taken.

Still,

 I let her lead the way,

 knowing where the path will lead.

Where else would a story go?

For a change,

 on our arrival,

  I feel the sympathy.

The three ladies see what I am feeling.

Julian takes Fesili aside.

 Anne and Marion sit beside me.

We sit silently,

 while stories repeat.

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[Carol Cashes]

"We sit silently,
while stories repeat."

Little ones tellin' it over and over?

Moving on...