I never expected to be in this position so soon, saying goodbye to my son.
This short and sweet entry from author Jenny Twist reminds me of that immortal line: "Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned." I'd also add: "And man is clueless as to how it comes about." Hee hee. Read on!
I never expected to be in this position so soon, saying goodbye to my son. He is chosen as one of the twelve. My husband says I should be proud. They only take the best as bull-dancers.
I am proud of my strong, beautiful son, but I am not proud of my husband. If I were a man I would not meekly offer my son up for sacrifice. I would raise an army. I would sail to Krete and destroy the Minotaur.
But I am a woman with only a woman's weapons. I have wrapped my son in magic – the strongest I possess. He is fair shining with it.
They are sailing under a black sail, the twelve chosen ones. My son says he will return. He will slay the Minotaur himself and he will return. He will return under a white sail as a message to say he is alive and victorious.
I look sideways at my worthless husband, smiling and waving as the ship leaves the harbour.
I have reserved some of my magic for him.
If the ship returns with a black sail, I shall cast him onto the rocks and he will be swept away by the sea!
Jenny Twist left school at fifteen and went to work in an asbestos factory. After working in various jobs, including bacon-packer and an escapologist’s assistant, she returned to full-time education and did a BA in history at Manchester and post-graduate studies at Oxford.
In 2001 she and her husband moved to Southern Spain where they live with their rather eccentric dog and cat.
Her published novels are Domingo's Angel – a romance set in Spain - and Take One At Bedtime – an anthology of short stories. All in the Mind – about an old woman getting younger – will be released Sept 2012.