Thursday, 8 November 2012

5/100 The blacksmth's wife [9]

Exhalation from his shout of laughter sped the sweat to trickle charcoal-contoured down my spine.   
‘Milady, you forget that with your wanton gallantries you’ve forfeited all sympathy for  pain when – and if – I fuck you.  You may ponder upon the precariousness of pricks, but need not fear for mine.’  
He took down from above my head a scissor-handled, claw-hooked implement and, his eyes unfathomable depths of derisive calculation,  asked  ‘Would you better cleave unto faithfulness if I bring your loose-limbed lad, spitchcock splayed, and before your eyes, unman him?’
‘Yes,’ I breathed, ‘oh, yes, so long as you forgive me.’

This is part 9 of 'The blacksmith's wife' which opens with her tied naked to a post in her husband's forge, he intent on branding her, having caught her with a younger, more beautiful lad.   The whole is a prompt-led serial  which began in March  and continued, one hundred words at a time, for forty-one episodes.   One of my aims in this 100 days project is to complete the illustrations for each episode and publish the tale in book form - comments would be appreciated.
The  story can be read in its entirety here


  1. Your creative output is humbling. Do you ever sleep or watch TV like the rest of us slackers? Beautiful work, Sandra.
    Your Aged fFriend Gita

    1. Watch TV? - almost never and sleep just a bit. The truly humbling thing is to have so many opportunities to create - and so many friends to share - and reciprocate - with.
      Hope your birthday is living up to all expectations.