A Touch of Wisdom

Prologue

A TOUCH OF WISDOM



Prologue


The woman and the young girl clung to each other as they made their way through the devastated city. There was only spasmodic gunfire now and the streets were almost deserted. The rain had dwindled to a steady drizzle.
As the woman stumbled on the rubble in the street the girl gently steadied her.
Their clothing was ripped and filthy. The girls’ legs were scratched and bloody. Her face was battered and bruised. She had a deep gash above her left eye and the blood had congealed into her eyebrows and on her cheek. Raindrops mingled with the blood and filth on her face.
Drawing on an inner strength she took the weight of the slight woman and whispered
“It’s Ok Ma I can see the hospital ahead. We will be safe soon.”
The woman, her face hidden in the hood of her rain soaked jacket, did not reply.