I woke with a throbbing headache. I’d neglected to bring spare padding to my—our—room, but Louisa had thoughtfully provided extras. The soiled rag went to the laundry: I dropped them on my way to emptying the chamber pot. Let the self-satisfied curates preach of rewards everlasting for those that stray into sinful ways. For those of us fortunate to serve in a good home, the daily realities of piss, shit, vomit and blood, was reminder enough of the frailty of human bodies. There is no point fearing Death when it walks at your side and shares your meals.
Rather than read each individual drabble, you can go to this page which has links to all the complete previous chapters. For easier reading, once I have posted all 30 drabbles, I repost the entire chapter in 3,000 words.
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“There is no point fearing Death when it walks at your side and shares your meals”…one of the darkest, most thought-provoking statements EVER!!!
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Thank you, nora. I wrote Chapter 10 about two weeks ago, and Ruby wanted to start off fairly dark. In fact, this entire chapter gets darker and stranger. Ruby, as she’s writing this in old age, realized that she never feared death, but it wasn’t that she dwelt on either. She wanted to point out to future readers, that the past is not some pretty picture hanging in a museum, but filled with constant change.
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That is a wonderful message (and life lesson) to your readers…life is always changing, for better or worse.
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