Carnal Beads
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Copyright © February 2010 by Ana Star
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Carnal Beads
As the carriage rode on the streets of the city, I sat facing my husband, arms crossed, nose up and sulking. He simply ignored all my angry sighs and tap of the foot by looking out the tiny opening of the door. It was a windy, stormy evening, and the wind blew in often messing my lovely pinned up, blond hair.
“I can’t believe you’ll allow such a treatment to be imposed on your own wife,” I said, glaring at him fiercely, hoping he’d cancel this nonsense trip but his olive-green eyes kept staring out, not flinching one inch in my direction and this made my insides boil even more.
“To think I must be treated for those supposed hysteric tantrums you seem to think I have. My, that’s the most ridiculous condition I’ve ever heard.” I watched for any sign on his part that he might accept my refusal but none came. After a long pause, I continued my plea.
“And you think some strange man up my skirt, doing God knows what will cure this supposed sickness? Rubbish, why don’t you just admit that you no longer want me as your wife.” I wept and pressed my white flower embroidered handkerchief on my face, careful not to smudge my delicate, impeccable porcelain make up.
This time, he turned his handsome, clean shaven face to look at me. Was he finally seeing the light? That this was just a preposterous idea and that we we’re returning home?
“I assure you, my love, it’s nothing of the sort. I’ve heard of this miraculous treatment and I’m convinced that it’ll do you good. At least try it once, and if it proves to be ineffective, we’ll not pursue it further, you have my word.” He turned his gaze to the horizon and picked at his dark brown mustache.
Damn, I thought still upset, even distraught that my own husband would induce me to such a practice. Not only was I forced to partake in my daily matrimonial duties but now, I had to allow some strange old doctor to put his fingers inside me and all of this for some supposed medical cause.