“Hostis Humani Generis” — JM Reinbold

        He saw her for the first time in the boulevard outside the cemetery Saint Louis. The black ribbons of her straw boater fluttered in a frail breeze. The hat’s wide brim and flattened crown amused him, more so than the dainty collar of her bleached cotton blouse or the pleated green-black plaid of her convent skirt. The Sisters of Saint Louis dressed their girls to suggest an aura of innocence and purity. But her bird-like, black-stockinged legs and threadbare frock coat buttoned askew exposed a guttersnipe. He approached her slowly and offered her his arm. She indicated to him, with a slight motion of her chin, an elderly and decrepit nun seated on a stone bench at the cemetery gates. To her he made a generous donation, before he and Mathilde, for that was her name, crossed the threshold of an open sepulcher, passing before the somber eyes of stone children, beneath the inscription, “…and a little child shall lead them.”

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(“Yr Hwch Ddu Gwta”–Collage by JM Reinbold)

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