A Family Heirloom:
It’s a thing of beauty, a family heirloom lovingly handcrafted by Joshua’s great grandfather as a gift for his bride to be. Sitting at the dressing table Ben watches the late afternoon sun play along its back. The warm topaz shades in the walnut wood glow like jewels. He imagines Joshua’s great grandmother sitting where he’s sitting, drawing the heavy oval brush through her long hair, as she prepares for bed. A voice firmly speaks an instruction. Picking the brush up He obediently stands, turns and walks slowly across to where Joshua is waiting. The heirloom’s beauty diminishes a little.
How do I tell Alan that I don’t wish to continue this relationship, not in its current form anyway? I love him, that hasn’t changed, but the need for discipline has. It has served its purpose and is no longer relevant. A new direction is called for. I’ll tell him tonight. He’ll understand and respect my decision I know. Then, when we’re clear about this new direction, I’ll calmly explain why the car’s front end is crumpled, on account of me being unable to slow down in time to prevent collision with a stationary police car. He’ll understand, I think.
Hurt me. Make me bleed, I said. Why, he answered, why must you hurt, why must you bleed? As penalty, I whispered, for living when I have no right. He stroked my face tenderly and held me for some time before saying, no one should have to hurt or be made to bleed in order to justify existence. You have as much right to exist as any one of us. I will never make you bleed for being yourself, nor hurt you for my lone pleasure. He was the one I had waited for. I placed my trust with him.
Copyright: Fabian Black 2009