Fiction Saturday – “Fortune’s Kiss”
Some time ago, in a small town situated in a remote part of the country, there lived a woman. She wasn’t rich, but she was “comfortable.” She was a rather successful merchant. She ran a brothel.
Her’s was the largest home in the town. It sat, surrounded by rose bushes, on a small bluff overlooking the central square. The only paved street in the town led up the hill to her home. She’d had it paved at her own expense.
The woman was the most admired person in the town, and also the most hated. She was admired by those people who understood and appreciated hard work and a good heart.
She was hated by those citizens who saw themselves as the Elite, the High Society, and the Guardians of the Public Good. She was hated by those people who wished that they were as prosperous, as successful, and as smart as she was.