Post
his immoral interlude with the tavern-doxy, how would Gabriel now view my past
philanderings? Given that he’d also
seen me taken by his brother, he surely couldn’t now complain?
The
boy was beautiful, which was why I’d wanted him. Finger to my lips I directed him to the
meadow behind the forge, trusting that the meadowsweet would shield us.
Led
the horse to Gabriel, smiled sweet and said ‘No hurry.’
But
I was mistook to think that all was fair, that because there was no danger of
foisting onto Gabriel a bastard brat, he would not mind.
He
did.
This is part 35 of 'The blacksmith's wife'. The whole is a prompt-led serial which began on the Friday Prediction, 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. The story can be read in its entirety here.
This is part 35 of 'The blacksmith's wife'. The whole is a prompt-led serial which began on the Friday Prediction, 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. The story can be read in its entirety here.
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