He thrust something at her stomach, her hands clasping it in reaction. It was a rough rectangle of wood with a string of hemp knotted across the top. She turned it over. He had neatly scrawled in chalk, “WIFE FOR AUCTION”.
by Melinda Giordano In the late 18th century there was certain stratum of the male population that was referred to as ‘gentlemen of intrigue.’ Their dark, conspiratorial life took them not amongst a world of subversion and politics, but a world of women. These were… Read More