|I just can't pass a charity shop|
|The Medical bag|
The tiny white folded paper was about the size of a sachet of salt. Still visible were the words “this cloth was touched by the holy tongue of Saint Anthony of Padua”
Inside it was a tiny yellowing piece of linen about a centimetre wide.
I often looked at this tiny scrap, wondering if it really had been brushed against a dead saints spittle.
I couldn’t help wondering if I licked the dried spit of a holy man would I become saintly? Perhaps it would give me magic powers, at the very least I might exude a faintly charismatic air of religious piety.
|Should I lick the saintly lint?|
|Would Saint Anthony give me special powers?|
|Don't do it, don't lick the lint|