HER PRAYER

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IT'S ABOUT A WIFE'S STRUGGLE AND HOW SHE FINALLY REACHED THE 'BLIND' MAN. HOW CAN ONE STAND UP FOR THE ONE THEY LOVE WHEN BEING MISTREATED? READ AND SEE WHAT HARRIOT LUDLOW DOES WHEN SHE FOUND THAT
HER BACK WAS AGAINST THE WALL AND A DIVORCE WAS IMMINENT, HOW WILL SHE SAVE HER LOVE?

Submitted: August 26, 2018

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A thousand words could describe Harriot's frustration as she wept, he had wiped her soundly taking out his

frustration on the woman after he lost his bet. He was now broke, he couldn't bare to see Harriot's eyes as the

begged the man to stop, begging him to stop gambling and wasting away his money which they soon had none of. 

It had took them a few weeks to recover before, but now it was plain and obvious that the couple had little or no

money left in their account which was saving. 

"Daniel, just please understand you have to stop." She wept blood coming from her mouth while she looked the

man she had loved. He had became a monster, he had spikes for hair and huge cainine for teeth. He had become

destructive and would stop at nothing to bring Harriot down with him. She would work a little from the

job she did for the Fosters, it wasn't much but that was what paid the bills and their morgage. 

"Get, away from before me you disgusting woman, ungrateful and afraid to see I am trying to provide for the

two of us. I make sacrifices what do you make?" He wept, throwing himself down to his knees. Her mother had

warned her that would have happen, but how could she have seen so far ahead in the future of an eight year

old marriage. She had loved Daniel, he was ever so sweet like an innocent child before their marriage. He

would take such great care of her like bathing her when she was ill an year ago but now what had changed?

What had pinched the man into madness? 

She wept that night unable to bare the pain, she began to pack her clothing. She would certainly divorce the

man, she couldn't take his heavy hands slamming against her delicate cheeks each time he lost something and

had no other alternative of gaining it back. She thought to herself beneath the full moon. "What should I do

dear Lord,I have only a mile more and then that would have been the end of our story." She spoke to herself

peering into the ceiling as if the answers would just jump right out at her. 

Her sisters would jeer her, her mother would often tug at her hair begging her child to listen and come away

from that man. She just couldn't see the reason for his behaviour, all she wanted was to have a rather peaceful

relationship with Daniel and what could she have sacrifice to do so?

It was either now or never, she knelt on her knees and wept another time. She clasped her hands, and closed

her eyes. She didn't wish to leave handing Daniel the benefit of the doubt. "Dear lord, what should a wife do

when she is being abused in her marriage? What should a wife do when she still loves the man and wished to

journey further in life with this said man? What should a wife do when her husband neglects her need, should

she turn her back and it was said until death do us apart? What should a wife do when her house has gone dry,

she cannot hold the home together, should she run away or face the trouble head on? What should she do my

lord, what must I do?" 

That night she slept in the bed by herself. He must have gone out drinking again with those wretched friends

of his. They drank the man into nothingness and yet still he has nothing left and they were still yanking at the

hole left in his pocket. He would treat these men to liquor day and night, forgetting he had a home to provide

for and where would they have been once the man has finally run dry and had poverty hushering him out of

his home and welcoming him into the streets. Was Daniel Ludlow alone? did he really had nothing left to be

grateful for?

The following morning she made the man breakfast, he had turned up but had slept in the couch. She knelt

before him like the wife she was and rested the trey onto the table. "Daniel..." She woke the man from his

sleep. He was still drunken with nothingness and coverned in the stench of madness. He opened his eyes at the

woman, why was she still here? He had nothing to give to her but his open hands, the one he use to hit her at

nights. 

The force of his hands greeted her cheeks, he hit the trey from the table and stood to his feet. "What is it with

you Harriot? You are nothing just a woman of little value. Don't you have shame for yourself? You married a

man that has the same value or less than that of yours. Don't you have any sense?" He turned his back. 

The tea had spilled, the bread was onto the floor. She wept, cleaning up the mess he made. She scampered

back to the kitchen and made a fresh bowl of milk with tea at the side and a small sachet of butter. She knew

the man she loved was somewhere, where was he?

She came back and knelt before the man once more. He scoffed at her determine attitude to make him look

bad for the man he was. He had given up hitting her and was about to leave when a gentle wind had blown, it

lifted the picture frame that held the couples picture and toss down before the man.

He had loved that picture so much and was the one who got it framed and hang upright above the dresser that

kept the figurines. He knelt and took the picture in his hands, the frame had hit the tiled flooring however it

didn't break. What kept it together? He looked at it, tears started flowing from his eyes. 

"Daniel..." She dropped the trey from her hand thinking the frame broke and cut the man's hand. He spun

around quickly and grabbed the woman in his hand. 

"Harriot, you have been here all along. I didn't see that of everything had left my pocket you had still remain.

am sorry, I am very sorry." He pulled her into a hug, trying to touch the spots he had wounded with either the

belt or his heavy hands. 

It was the her prayer, it was heard and on that sudden morning the man had decided to turn a new leaf with

his wife. She was is all and everything even if he had nothing. 

 


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