“Knowing and seeing are not always believing”
“Knowing and seeing are not always believing”The brittle quiet held the city in a firm, stifling grip, and a bitter wind pushed hard at Viviana. She trod the same route she had taken a few days ago, the same route she had taken for years, yet it was through a strange land that she now trudged. The sun itself, still clinging to the horizon, hid behind a blur of clouds, as if in fear of what it might see. The beauty and brightness of Ascension Sunday had been swept away with a dark and dirty broom. Her boys had returned to their barracks, her husband had not yet returned to his home, only under such absence of male dominion did she have the freedom for what some may call her foolish excursion.
Viviana dared go to the Mercato, as she did every d
