Good morning madam, how can I help you? You look a bit pale. Did you sleep at all last night? Unfortunately I cannot offer you a seat or a cup of tea. I assume such a dignified lady does not sit on the floor?

How quickly life took a turn. It seemed ages ago but it was only yesterday that fate struck or at least the moment when there was no way back. Trembling she took a few steps towards the seller. Her voice whispered as she asked for help.

How did you find me? I am not on the internet.

She was silent, stared at the man sitting there indecently dressed and then looked at the merchandise. It was not much but what she was looking for was present. She shuddered at the thought but an order was an order.

Are you looking for this, said the man as he held up a white chicken. It works excellently against the black eye and I only have one of them left. I don't know when the next delivery will come. As you know, white chickens have become scarce.

She was still silent and looked as if she could faint any moment. He prayed that wouldn't happen because a dead damsel on his merchandise would ruin his name.

No, she managed, holding a handkerchief against her nose and mouth and swallowing convulsively. I need a rabbit's foot, or two. I'm not sick so I don't need the chicken, just two rabbit feet, please.

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Painter: Gabriël Metsu (Dutch)
Painting: The Poultry Seller
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