WHERE: MAIN SQUARE FOUNTAIN. OPEN TO: ALL.
the fountain, the woman in the market had said, was an epicentre of luck. unlike the majority of fountains and markers of good fortune, there was no tribute needed -- - not a single coin littered the bottom of the water pooled below the jade-coloured figure, and the undisturbed nature of it all gave the impression of something tranquil.
eléna lifts her skirt as she sits on the concrete lip of the structure, and there is a tenderness, a lingering sweetness to the way she leans over and brushes her hand over one of the joints. her eyes remain on the statue at the center even as her hand recedes, trailing lightly over the gentle pool beneath. eléna can’t help but respect a deity that does not demand an offering or a name. that was a tenderness modern gods did not extend. she only turns at the impression of a shadow, pivoting to explain herself.
“a local said it brings good luck to those that rub it,” she offers in explanation, though not yet removing from swirling in the cool water. her legs cross, pulling out from the slit of her skirt. “and i’m afraid i’m not yet naive enough to believe we could not use it.”












