The Dutiful Wife
Photo-story from Janus 77 with Karina Currie and Christian Fennington Karina waits. Eyes of midnight blue, hair the hue of ripened hay. The clock tocks its slow beat. He is not there, but at 4 pm precisely she removes all her clothes and stands, obediently naked and to relentless attention, in the position he has earlier commanded. Nor could she think of delaying her comfortless vigil by a single second, for his watching presence seems everywhere. Time creeps on, and still she waits. unmoving, arms straight and shoulders back. Her body is sleek, proportioned like the eternal Venus, her perfumed skin a pallid gold. The grandfather clock’s remorseless rhythm eases into the deeps of her mind like a mantra, focusing all thoughts, all dreams, all past experiences into a single point of utter stillness somewhere beyond herself. She is entranced, in trance, waiting only for his return and the sound of his voice to trigger her to motion...