Elegant he’d never been, impersonating Thor, brute-muscled from daily shovelling of coal to stoke the fire, as he ever had stoked mine. The river was in flood as was our passion; as he thrust, the staining soot dissolved and I was physically cleansed but far from purified since I knew I could be made unfaithful, come what may.
As he divined.
While yet entwined he grasped my hair, thumb heavy on my throat: ‘I cannot force you, but be sure I’ll have you suffer.’
Sated smile: ‘Like this?’
Whereupon, despite his traitorous, betraying prick, he pushed me under.
This is part 12 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.