A brief story-sketch.
He looked at me as if I already belonged to him. Boldly, with the confidence of an Eastern pasha brought yet another concubine. And his job was only to lazily point a finger, calling over the one he liked more than the others… That enraged me six months ago. I wanted to show this overconfident foreigner that this isn’t his Eastern home. And that I am not a silent woman like the ones he was used to there…
I showed him.
I showed everyone.
Especially myself.