August drabbles - 17
Puppet Master (2 - desert days)
“How dare you refuse him,” her father exclaimed.
“How dare you embarrass us,” Mother complained.
“How dare you try to make me marry for money.”
They all agreed, money’s not everything, but its lack was surely going to be everything lost. “He’s such a nice man,” Mother said. And “You’d soon learn to love him if you tried.”
“What if he don’t love me?”
He’d sailed away on the tide for fourteen days. A fortnight without him, Alisha thought; a fortnight for him without her. “Time will tell how he loves,” she told her journal then, her wellspring of dreams.
“How dare you refuse him,” her father exclaimed.
“How dare you embarrass us,” Mother complained.
“How dare you try to make me marry for money.”
They all agreed, money’s not everything, but its lack was surely going to be everything lost. “He’s such a nice man,” Mother said. And “You’d soon learn to love him if you tried.”
“What if he don’t love me?”
He’d sailed away on the tide for fourteen days. A fortnight without him, Alisha thought; a fortnight for him without her. “Time will tell how he loves,” she told her journal then, her wellspring of dreams.
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