Medjugorje

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Jelena hung the new rosaries on the hook above the table hoping they would catch the sunlight coming over the hill to make them enticing to people coming to Medjugorje seeking miracles, but she knew that the beads held no real power.

Clouds drifted in front of the sun making the rosaries look dull and lifeless when the first person approached the stand.

“Are you one of the visionaries who saw the Virgin Mary?” She remained silent hoping he would go away.

“Up there,” he pointed in the direction of Apparition Hill. She felt heat spreading in to her cheeks and clenched her fists.

“Do you understand me?” He slapped his hands on the table knocking over a statue of Mary. She knew what he said because her uncle made her learn English in school so he could stay home while she sold items to the tourists.

“This stand is closed.” She stood up so fast that she tipped the table over spilling the rosaries onto his head.

“Why? What did I do?”

“Nothing. Just leave me alone.”

“I’m sorry if I said anything wrong.” He put the fallen rosaries back on to the table.

“Just go away. I never saw any miracles. Is that what you want to know?”

“Do you know anyone who did?”

She continued to pack hoping that the man would disappear, but didn’t expect her wishes to come true.

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