Although my blog is essentially about my self-publishing venture I have decided to open up the scope of the content to include (when I have the time and energy to do so) other writing genres that I have dipped my toe in the water of – a couple of poems and short-stories. Why not? To this end I have created a couple of extra and appropriate pages into which I will place my offerings.
Below is a short-short-story. Actually, it seems like more of a riddle, so with that in mind I’ll pose the riddley question – what am I?
I Am Forever
I was nothing more than different among my kith and kin; a freak, perhaps, biding time, maturing, blossoming under my mother’s pure and natural love; ignorant of the effect I would grow to exercise. Unaware. Undemanding.
Attracted by my difference, men came. Uncontrolled, they raped. Unregulated, they pillaged. They wrenched me from my home in a display of wanton devastation; unconcerned for the havoc they wrought, the destruction they brought.
They all wanted me: the rich the poor; the old the young; the smart the stupid. I was worshipped, fought over, exchanged, sold, stolen, gifted. The lucky shared themselves with me for a while, fondling, caressing. I was helpless to their will; at the mercy of their whims. I made dreams. I ended lives.
Eventually, I was married in a show of strength and ceremony, and then, as was the custom, presented to the king for his pleasure. At first he loved me, but like all love his dwindled.
Still I am coveted, but my position and Royal protection are absolute. I am not to be relinquished, banished instead to an existence of confinement and occasionally eventful solitude.