Paying the Price

The Blogging from A to Z April Challenge was first held in 2010. The challenge is that we have to post every day of April, except on the four Sundays. April 1st is a theme with letter A, 2nd with letter B and so on till April 30th which will be Z themed. This year, I’m planning to do short pieces of fiction (not a series), or a poem based on a word with that letter.

The curtain in front of her is fiery yellow.

She stands still, her toes curling in and out. Her fingers too shake nervously. She is unclothed, a thin silver chain that hangs from her neck the only thing on her body.

Those here see through her with ease; unlike in the town where she could hide behind her hard heart when needed. She wants to cover her bare body, but she can’t move her hands from her hips. For the first time, she feels like crying, but no tears seem to come. Her sly smile, which had been her closest friend, is now on her face, and it won’t go no matter how much she wants it to.

The curtain parts in front of her, and she’s pushed onto a ramp. She wants to close her eyes, stop seeing the thousand unknown eyes that ogle at her. But she owns nothing of herself anymore.

She feels her skin burn, and looks down at her body.

She wants to cry, but her eyes stare straight ahead, her smile on her face and her hands on her hips as she walks the ramp.

With every step, she feels it bouncing between her breasts, just above those words.

“A soul sentenced to hell for selling her daughter,” says the words that are now singed on her stomach.

Above them is a ruby pendant… the price of her daughter, and her shame.

To write 26 days in a month on a theme, a moral support is quite useful I feel. This year, I’m taking the challenge along with my friend Bhavya. We’re writing on the same themes each day, and giving each other the themes on alternate days. Day 16, the word chosen by me was PENDANT.

(16th April 2014)

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Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

26 thoughts on “Paying the Price”

  1. What a price to pay that she cannot even feel shame!

    I have a version of a very famous quote by Madleine Albright. She says “There is a special place in hell for a woman who does not help another woman.”

    My version says “A woman who purposefully hurts another will rot in hell.”

    Well this is better punishment than just rotting. Another hard hitting story! Brilliantly done.

  2. Well written. Very hard hitting. And really what a price to pay.. seemingly apt for such a ghoulish deed

  3. Very distressing.. sigh! Why did she do such a heinous deed?!
    And the price she has paid was very high as well! But, there is no repentance in her.. and that’s a shame

  4. A tough one, this ! Mother selling daughter, well, that sends a chill through my spine !! Well narrated, Leo 🙂

  5. I don’t even know what to say! Sigh! It’s so….
    I must say this though, I’ve noticed that you really have a beautiful way of writing such hard hitting truths 🙂 It strikes straight at the heart…

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