The Ladies of Horror
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It is the time of summer solstice, and the hot and humid air throbs with desire. Our tribe’s young men of age gather to hear the females sing. I take my place among them, for this is the summer of my sixteenth year. I’ve counted the days, my time is prime for breeding.
Sweet Tamon hears my song! With soft and loving whispers, he carries me to lie upon the blankets I’ve prepared. Our union seems too brief before the summons of the drum. We pledge our troth knowing he’s no longer mine, once the ritual begins.
Distant thunder rolls across the heavens as the young men go to don their garb. Each will drink the sacred brew that should sustain them through the dance until the dawn. She of the burning yellow eyes will choose from those still standing. Her choices will be skinned alive, their offerings carefully dried & tanned. The Elders shall set to task to stitch the hides to shape again for our Gathering Time, next year.
Farewell, Tamon. If all goes well, I’ll bear a son to carry on tradition.
Fiction © Copyright Marge Simon
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