The Master loves to show off her ethereal beauty. He switches on the power supply, that drenches her in a watery shower, illuminated by multi-colored lights. The wow expressions on the faces around her, affirm that she is beautiful. The sharp tremors and vibrations running through her, induced by electric currents, are painful. Yet, she is grateful for those, and counts the number of times it happens.
She does not fish for compliments or sympathy, unlike her menopausal mistress, who complains of electric currents running through her body, while shopping online for anti-ageing beauty products. Perhaps, she secretly envies the antique fountain of beauty, and the admiring glances thrown by her husband at it. He almost makes love to the fountain through his eyes.
She has not experienced ageing, just immobility. It was a hundred years ago, that she was turned to stone by a curse. She has experienced several transformations of outer form, and journeys, till she reached this living room.
The words of her tormentor still ring in her ears,
“I have experienced the pain of unsatiated desire for you. May the currents torture you a thousand times, before you live again!”
There is hope in the currents.
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Good story Reena. I like that ther is hope for her.
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Well done. I like the positive twist in the end which gives her hope of better times and finding her prince.
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Thank you!
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I was interpreting those electric currents as both pleasure and pain.
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There is a hint towards it. Glad that you caught the point.
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Very beautiful lines
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Thank you, Neel!
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Wow. Beautifully written.
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Thank you!
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Interesting, I saw the girl as the planet earth, a thousand times. PAINFUL
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Yes. Earth has somehow become symbolic of femininity – suffering pain to procreate and nurture, though it has several other aspects.
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Aha, now I see why she was counting how many times it happened. I hope she is getting close to 1000 by now, and I wonder what her plans are for what to do when she is freed… Interesting story!
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Just a thousand more! Intriguing and definitely different.
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Thank you, Keith! It is total thousand, not thousand more 🙂
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The monstrous auctioneer in your story struck a different blow instead of a different note;). Commenting on Blogger is somehow getting difficult for me. Wish you were on WordPress….
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Yes indeed there is 😀
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Would love to be a fly on the wall when the curse is lifted (how many currents?) and the Master and Mistress see what becomes of their beloved lamp. Good story!
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Thanks!
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I quite like this. I got a bit lost in the middle, not sure which ‘she’ was which.
Love the ending.
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Agree. But giving a name to a fountain was not easy, and the number of words were a restriction in elaborating otherwise. Thanks!
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