FANFIC: Chapter Two of The Saga of Giselle
Title: Get Rid of It
Style: Prose
Genre: Drama
Rating: R
Length: Drabble
Warnings: Prostitution, Language, Infanticide
Authoress: cassiopaya
Characters: Giselle
Word Count: 320
Disclaimer: Not mine…not yet.
Dedication: greeneyespurple
Summary: The story of Giselle’s origin, from London whore to Tortuga bride.
Notes: The consequences of a dysfunctional family.
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Moving swiftly to the cradle the old whore shoved her daughter away and snatched at the overlay. The baby was dead. Bess watched, numb, as her mother tried to revive the child by picking it up and shaking it. The baby’s face was blue and bruised. She laid the child back into the cradle with a wail and crumbled inwards in anguish.
Bess sighed in relief and leaned back against the edge of the bed for support. If her mother was sobbing…then it was really over. “Get rid of it,” she said; her voice horse and thready, “I don’t want to see it anymore.” This shocked the old whore out of her sorrow and she flew into a rage. Her mother came at her like an animal, spitting and swearing unintelligibly, slapping and clawing at Bess. She did not resist her mother’s temper, just closed her eyes and lifted her arms to cover her face.
When the rage burned low and the blows became too exhausting to deliver, the old whore bellowed for her son, “JOHN!” Bess collapsed on the bed and rolled towards the wall. “JOHN!” she screamed again for her son and wrapped her dead granddaughter in the overlay. “JOHN!”
Slamming down the stairs she grabbed the boy’s bag, full of stones, and placed her grandchild into the bag and tied it tight. John was lurking for her at the foot of the stairs, wary of her screaming for him and expecting a beating. She thrust the bag into his hands and hissed at him, “Get rid of it.”
John knew what the boy’s bag was for; his mother had always told him how she wished she had put him into the boy’s bag and dropped him into the river. The boy left the house smiling, a wicked smile he did not let his mother see. John did not go to the Thames; he went to the authorities.
Style: Prose
Genre: Drama
Rating: R
Length: Drabble
Warnings: Prostitution, Language, Infanticide
Authoress: cassiopaya
Characters: Giselle
Word Count: 320
Disclaimer: Not mine…not yet.
Dedication: greeneyespurple
Summary: The story of Giselle’s origin, from London whore to Tortuga bride.
Notes: The consequences of a dysfunctional family.
***
Moving swiftly to the cradle the old whore shoved her daughter away and snatched at the overlay. The baby was dead. Bess watched, numb, as her mother tried to revive the child by picking it up and shaking it. The baby’s face was blue and bruised. She laid the child back into the cradle with a wail and crumbled inwards in anguish.
Bess sighed in relief and leaned back against the edge of the bed for support. If her mother was sobbing…then it was really over. “Get rid of it,” she said; her voice horse and thready, “I don’t want to see it anymore.” This shocked the old whore out of her sorrow and she flew into a rage. Her mother came at her like an animal, spitting and swearing unintelligibly, slapping and clawing at Bess. She did not resist her mother’s temper, just closed her eyes and lifted her arms to cover her face.
When the rage burned low and the blows became too exhausting to deliver, the old whore bellowed for her son, “JOHN!” Bess collapsed on the bed and rolled towards the wall. “JOHN!” she screamed again for her son and wrapped her dead granddaughter in the overlay. “JOHN!”
Slamming down the stairs she grabbed the boy’s bag, full of stones, and placed her grandchild into the bag and tied it tight. John was lurking for her at the foot of the stairs, wary of her screaming for him and expecting a beating. She thrust the bag into his hands and hissed at him, “Get rid of it.”
John knew what the boy’s bag was for; his mother had always told him how she wished she had put him into the boy’s bag and dropped him into the river. The boy left the house smiling, a wicked smile he did not let his mother see. John did not go to the Thames; he went to the authorities.