LJ Idol Six Week Eight: Reprobate
December 19, 2009 § 25 Comments
Whore. Harlot. Slut. Reprobate.
She knows the words are being whispered behind scandalized hands, though none are said to her face. No words are actually spoken to her, because she is now too low to deserve comment. Only quick glances of disgust and disapproval before narrowed eyes are averted as she walks down the streets of her tiny town. No one will even breathe the same air as her. Except for him.
“It must be his, why else would he agree to marry her still?” she overhears though a window, followed by a loud splat as spittle hits the dirt just in front of her feet.
Tears sting her eyes as the injustice, the unfairness, the horrifying shame of it all threatens to overwhelm her. Shaking her head, she reminds herself that she has nothing to be ashamed of as she rests her groaning joints in the shade of an olive tree, and caresses her growing belly.
She did nothing wrong.
Adulterer. Fornicator. Reprobate.
The ribald comments from the men he works alongside, the glowering glares from the elders and the pain in her father’s face twist like a knife in his heart. He doesn’t know what hurts more, the wicked glee from younger men who used to look up to him as a paragon of virtue– oh how the mighty have fallen!– or the disapproving disgust from his mentors and teachers who doted and exclaimed over their darling pupil when he was growing up.
“I would have turned her out on the streets and called off the marriage directly if it were me.” A customer continues to moralize and pontificate instead of leaving with his wares.
Turning to his woodwork more energetically, he sets his jaw and fiercely reminds himself that he has nothing to be ashamed of.
He did nothing wrong.
Rabble-rouser. Blasphemer. Reprobate.
Shouts, screams, and rough laughter assault his ears through the fog of pain and humiliation. Alone, he awaits the inevitable, having endured the kicks, blows and verbal assaults, the torture and shame of the spectacle and display that he has now become.
“Why don’t you save yourself?” sneers the man beside him.
With painful mercy, he looks down on this angry mob, whom he loves so much. This is what it takes, this is what is required, and he’s the only one who can do it.
Because He did nothing wrong.
You are so good at this that it just blows my mind. Great post.
Whoa, powerful. Loved it. Gave me a little chill!
Aw! Thank you so much! I literally blushed at this!
Thank you!
I felt like this was written in the days of Puritan America, but it could have been anywhere in small town USA.
Great job!
Thanks, ‘esquey! It’s my “Christmas-themed” Idol entry. I was thinking about how it must have been for Mary and Joseph when she was pregnant with Jesus.
Humans. We haven’t changed in thousands of years.
I love the details in this that made it the holy family, without you ever coming out and stating that. Nicely done.
Thank you!
I had thought of making some play on the name Mary, and how it means bitterness, but realized it would defeat the purpose. Thanks for reading!
Oh man, I didn’t even realize it was about Mary and Joseph, but of *course* it was! =)
I love this! Especially when I realised who the characters are.
Lovely writing.
I noticed, this, too. Because in the general it could be many people, but the specifics point to the particular people.
Thank you!
I’m not sure that as many people knew in their community knew about their supposed indiscretion well enough to be condescending to either of them… he’d originally planned to divorce her in secret when he was told, but, they both had so much heads up they were able to appear to be above board before anyone would have questioned. Even so, I still love this inside look at what might have been, and, how ironic, the terms that were applied to these, of all people. Just goes to show how simple minded and judgmental is mankind.
Interesting, I never considered this.
I think it is hinted at that folks back home considered their situation… questionable. We know that she went to visit Elizabeth for a couple of months at least, so she was probably showing by the time she came back home. She and Joseph were still in the “betrothal period”, the year before they were officially married, but still legally bound to become married, hence the necessity for a divorce if she was found to have committed adultery.
I don’t know how long it was before they set out for Bethlehem– that is to say, how long the journey took– obviously she was due by the time they got there (I was thinking the other day how much it must have sucked to ride that donkey while nine months pregnant. Still better than walking all that way, I suppose!)
But the fact that they chose to stay in Bethlehem instead of going home was telling I think. They were in no hurry to get back to Nazareth.
Anyway, thanks for your food for thought! 🙂 You’re right, we are a judgmental crowd. And those who dish out the most judgment tend to have the worst track records. Thanks for reading!
Beautiful! And so appropriate. Thank you.
Very well done.
I agree!
I don’t think I’ve ever seen anybody try to view how things must have felt to Mary and Joseph … fantastic!
Wow, very interesting and very well done!:)
This was just great.
I got it a little under half-way through and had to start over once I was finished.
Excellent work!
Thank you very much!
Thank you! 🙂
My jaw literally dropped. For some reason, this brought me to tears. So elegantly done. A message forgotten, presented in an unusual and stunning way. You’re an amazing writer.
I have to say, this is very well done.
This is brilliant…