RepentRed petalstraveled down the roadlike bloodyfootsteps.One stared at themand anothergently fingeredone of the petals.He knew whythey were here;he knewwhose they were.He collected the petalsand ground theminto rose waterand put the vile into his pocket.And he traveled down the roadto the strange cityof the red clothhis destination.Concealing his knifehe approached the gateand the guardswould not let him in.He called for themto come downso he could tell thema secret.The guards came downfrom the gateand came closeto hear the secret.He withdrew his knifeand stabbed it into the heart of oneand the neck of the other."Repent, repent"your blood shall stain"and the fire burn"and together destroy."He left themand entered the cityand up to the strange buildingand stood.Then he took the rosewaterand rubbed it onthe knifeand stepped in.A man in blackwas therethe floor still of bloodand he, too.The manwas turned awaydipping the white clothin the bl
RosesIn a faraway somewherelong, long agowas a housein a meadow.There in that houselived a motherand her daughterand they were happy.The daughter was outand the mother was homewhen there was knockingon the door.The mother grudginglyansweredand there was a mandressed in black.He greeted her;she greeted himand he said"I have very bad news."Your daughterwas caught thievingin the marketand ran with her stolen goods."Now, you knowwhat the penalty isfor thievingand your daughter is no exception."The mother criedand pleadedbut the man paid noattention.Insteadhe drew from his cloaka basketof red flowers."Tell your daughterto bring these to me.If you don'tit will be the same."Except with two."The man leftand the daughtercame.Her mother handed herthe basket of flowersand told herwhere to go.As the girl started downthe roadthe mother stood in the doorwayand watched as she wenta few rose petalsred as bloodmarked her footstepsleaving.
Red ClothIn a faraway somewherelong, long agowas a country of flowersand lovely colors.It had the mountainsand it had the streamsit was a beautiful countrya land of dreams.This country's main exportwas beautiful red clothlike no other aroundit was sought for it's color.No one knew how it was madeexcept for a fewwho worked in the cityfrom which it came.No one ever leftfew ever camebut no one questionedas long as the cloth poured out.One day there was a girlwho went to the city;her mother sent her therewith a basket of flowers.She arrived at the gateat around ten O'clockthe door opened slowlyand closed behind her.She was greeted by the leaderof the cloth industryhe said'come, and I will give youa sample of red cloth.'The girl followed eagerlyinto a metal buildingand she saw white cloth on one endand the red dye on the other.'This way, my dear'.the man said with a smileand took her to a tableand bid her sit down.The man left the roomto fetch the fabric, he