She lived at the end of the row of squat stone houses. There were seven of them all told, hulking and sullen, tough as old wood. Dorothy was somewhere in the middle, but the largest of any of them, with a soft woman’s body that belied her tremendous physical strength.
She was fond of teasing him, picking him out of a knot of boys and physically overpowering him.
Once, when he’d called her bitch in her hearing, she pulled down his pants and spanked his bare bottom in front of everyone.
The thought of her rock-hard hands stayed with him.
Dear Josh,
I’m guessing your inspiration for this one came from the print in the book? I never bothered to read it. Nonetheless, it’s a good story. Dorothy sounds like quite the tour de force.
Shalom,
Rochelle
No, it was more about trying to unpack the photographer’s continued use of brutal misogyny in his work. Just speculation
Aaaaah. Bach. ;)
I’m partial to the fugue…
Fugue state
Maybe a fugue state of mind, but a random memory from many, many years ago- “… put your chin in your hand and say, ‘Ah, Bach…’.” “But what if she asks what type of music I like?” “Just say, ‘I’m partial to the fugue.’.”
Dorothy has found a way to this young man’s heart. Whatever floats your boat, I guess. A vivid vignette.
Thanks!
The setting, the characters. Both expertely drawn
That was a fascinating read. Well done.
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
Thanks
I am struggling a bit with a link to the prompt, but a very eye-catching story!
Commenting on the reasons behind the photographer’s penchant for writing many many stories about murdering women. Sort of an inside joke.
Rugged story. Think I would keep away, ha.
Creepy story. You write a good tale – glad I’m not near!
I think he actually enjoyed it!
My story is a but click away!
My thoughts have gone in so many directions!!
A strong and powerful woman, this Dorothy! Why would someone call her names?
I’ve never read Henry James, did not know his penchant for killing off women in his stories. Looks as if I have a new path to follow.
Good writing. Intriguing.
Wow! I didn’t really understand how this linked to the prompt but an expertly written piece, sometimes you’ve just got to feel the rhythm of the words, like a fine tune. Good stuff.