'A Conversation between the Spice Trader’s Daughter and her Lover, a Fortnight after She Burned at the Stake' by Sophie van Llewyn

In the courtroom, the sound of what they wanted to hear was blinding. But not for me - I saw the Inquisitors for what they were, children with shiny scalps, overgrown beards and ill-fitting clothing. But nonetheless, I filled the silence with images from fairytales I had heard at filthy street corners, whispered in dubious inns and other open houses. I said that we made love in cemeteries at midnight and in secret clearings in the woods, bathed in the light of the full moon. But I lied. At night, ours was the horse stall, making the wet straw crackle with our fire. My father’s mare rustled my hair with her heavy breathing, while I was undoing the laces of your cape. I told them that I had been possessed. And that was true, in a way. I was another one of your possessions, held by you a bit above your fine laced corset, but nonetheless below your golden locket. In truth, that was where I wished to be — clinging at your breast. I told the inquisitors stories about blood and daggers, crucifixes and potions, brewed under the same starlight which had caressed our naked bodies. You were long dead before they killed you. I saw the desert spreading behind your eyes as I spoke. As many grains of sand as broken promises. I thought that I would be free of you, once your enticing body became cinders and charred bones. But the possession truly began afterwards. I now make my wife chew nutmeg, so that your taste would linger on my lips every time I kiss her. I carry a bone from your little finger in a red leather pouch around my neck. I stir every time I feel the smell of horse piss. I might have to become a sailor.

Comments

  1. This is a feverish, glowing with danger piece of flash, Sophie. I love it!

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  2. Evocative historical flash! Love.

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  3. Lovely to read this piece again.

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  4. "I now make my wife chew nutmeg, so that your taste would linger on my lips every time I kiss her."
    Wow!

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  5. Gillian Walker25 June 2017 at 12:22

    Such an atmospheric piece! Really intense, Sophie. I really love it.

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  6. Lovely writing, Sophie. A ping in the heart!

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