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They were in a place without pity, all pity was annihilated in Rosa, she looked at Stellas bones without pity.

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Close Alert Close Fiction May 26, 1980 Issue The Shawl By Cynthia Ozic k May 19, 1980 Facebook Twitter Email Print Save Story Save this story for later.

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How they walked on the roads together, Rosa with Magda curled up between sore breasts, Magda wound up in the shawl.

A thin girl of fourteen, too small, with thin breasts of her own, Stella wanted to be wrapped in a shawl, hidden away, asleep, rocked by the march, a baby, a round infant in arms.

Magda took Rosas nipple, and Rosa never stopped walking, a walking cradle.

There was not enough milk; sometimes Magda sucked air; then she screamed.

Illustration by Rebekka Dunlap Rosa did not feel hunger; she felt light, not like someone walking but like someone in a faint, in trance, arrested in a fit, someone who is already a floating angel, alert and seeing everything, but in the air, not there, not touching the road.

She looked into Magdas face through a gap in the shawl: a squirrel in a nest, safe, no one could reach her inside the little house of the shawls windings.

The face, very round, a pocket mirror of a face: but it was not Rosas bleak complexion, dark like cholera, it was another kind of face altogether, eyes blue as air, smooth feathers of hair nearly as yellow as the Star sewn in to Rosas coat.

Rosa, floating, dreamed of giving Magda away in one of the villages.

She could leave the line for a minute and push Magda into the hands of any woman on the side of the road.

Such a good child, she gave up screaming, and sucked now only for the taste of the drying nipple itself.

The neat grip of the tiny gums One mite of a tooth tip sticking up in the bottom gum, how shining, an elfin tombstone of white marble gleaming there.

Without complaining, Magda relinquished Rosas teats, first the left, then the right; both were cracked, not a sniff of milk.

The duct-crevice extinct, a dead volcano, blind eye, chill hole, so Magda took the corner of the shawl and milked it instead.

It was a magic shawl, it could nourish an infant for three days and three nights.

A peculiar smell, of cinnamon and almonds, lifted out of her mouth.

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She held her eyes open every moment, forgetting how to blink or nap, and Rosa and sometimes Stella studied their blueness.

Aryan, Stella said, in a voice grown as thin as a string; and Rosa thought how Stella gazed at Magda like a young cannibal.

And the time that Stella said Aryan, it sounded to Rosa as if Stella had really said Let us devour her.

Rosa gave almost all her food to Magda, Stella gave nothing; Stella was ravenous, a growing child herself, but not growing much.

Rosa was ravenous, but also not; she learned from Magda how to drink the taste of a finger in ones mouth.