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“Cursed!” The shrill voice screeched, its echoe reaching down to her core.
Orpah jolted up, slick with sweat, breaths tearing out of her chest. With her heart still racing, she turned to the side, watching Chillion, sound asleep, his light snores, calming her, second by second.
Then, she felt a small discomfort in her lower inner garments. Her stomach dropped. Slowly, with trembling hands, she slipped her hand in between her legs. When she pulled it out, the sight of blood stole all her peace.
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Ruth stepped foot on Amos, the woodshop. Dresseed in a yellow sheath dress and her long brown dreads slicked back with a crown of flowers hanging, she held her satchel closely. As she pushed open the door, the bell at the top jingled.
She walked by the shelves, picking at a crafted piece. Her eyes flicked to Mahlon, who stood at the counter, sketching, speedily, while the man in front of him kept talking.
A moment later, he showed the man what he’d drawn.
“Like this? Roughly, at least.”
“Yes. Yes,” the man nodded, “I’m ready to pay the expenses.”
“Okay sir that’ll be…”
It was a while before Mahlon and the customer were done talking. The door was pushed open, and the bell jingled. Ruth turned at the newcomer.
A tall, stunning woman, dressed in white, with jewelry dripping down her ears and neckline, stepped in, but what captured Ruth’s attention was the baby the woman held in her arms.
At the jinged bell, the baby gurgled happily at the sound, its hands reaching upwards from the cloth it was wrapped in.
It wasn’t long before the male customer left, and the woman walked further in, till she stood before a beaming Mahlon.
“I swear,” Mahlon began, “if you ever decide to stop visiting, this place will surely go out of business.”
The woman chuckled. “Sir Mahlon, a pleasure to see you!”
“The pleasure is all mine, madam. How are you fairing?”
“I am well. I need a few lamp stands, and I was wondering if you’d be willing to make a little table for my baby—Oh! And how delighted my husband was when I bought him that bench you made for him to sit by the porch. Your hands are truly blessed by the gods!”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “The lamp stands, should be at the third shelf, to the left, and I’ll quickly sketch designs of the table so you can choose.”
She nodded, pleased.
It was at that moment that the baby started crying. The mother hushed the baby in her arms, a gentle chiding. A warm look of love in her eyes.
Ruth looked away, her heartstrings tugged, and the hole in her soul deepened.
“Is this the little guy, I’ve been hearing so much about?”
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Ruth: Reimagined
Romance"I want you to belong to someone Ruth." Adira said, her voice softer. "I want you to be able to breathe in a world where everything is placed on a woman's chest, on her back and tied to her legs and then she's told to be beautiful, to be good enoug...
