Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – Eighty-Seven

Cynthia, the beautiful only daughter of an impoverished Marquis, was accustomed to being stared at by wealthy old men. She also knew that her sixteenth birthday would see her sold, albeit with a wedding ring, to the highest bidder.

Her chosen husband was an American gentleman of mature years, whose manservant pushed him about in a bath chair. He had a besmirched reputation, but he also had wealth beyond even her father’s needs.

She endured her wedding night with admirable stoicism, only  succumbing to hysteria when she awoke at dawn to find herself sharing a bed with a cold corpse.

©️jj 2018

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