The Ward

M. Stanley Bubien

Doubt me not. I had lost my ward and it would be to my peril were I unable to recover it. More than an ill omen this, for my bride bestowed the ward on the eve of our wedlock---an offering for my protection.

And protect me it had. Its power unfailing in the moment I nearly fell to my own abandon. I wielded it, a shining band upon my left hand, staving off the advances of the evening's mistress. It flashed before her prostituted gaze and repulsed her, unsated, yet of her own volition.

As the memory dissipated, I spotted my ward, there beside the Ancient Book.

I hefted the golden circle and placed it upon my finger, calling to my consort, "I've found my wedding ring!"

Copyright ©1996 M. Stanley Bubien. All Rights Reserved.

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November, 1996 Issue #8

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