Proserpina

I sighed and sat back in the chair, raising my arms and stretching. It was late evening, and I had been working on my notes and projects. I had enrolled for a refresher course at the university along with my doctoral course and was thrilled to have been accepted too.

Anything to dull the ache of my heart as I sat about waiting for the return of my husband, I thought despondently. I longed to hold him in my arms, to feel his harsh claiming of my body…

I loved him, and I ached for him.

Rachel was arriving the next day, and I had wanted to see that...