Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – Two Hundred and Fifty-Five

The room was full of people, and the noise was such that the woman’s head hurt. She closed her eyes for a second, but that didn’t help so she looked for something to concentrate on. But what. All was noise and chaos.

The bench next to her creaked as a man in saffron robes sat down. She gave him a smile, to which he responded.

Dropping her eyes she was surprised to find comfort in studying the hands that lay quietly on his knees.

He must have seen the direction of her glance, because he smiled.

“Bless you,” he said.

©jj 2019

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