Near, Yet Far

























It isn’t just the interminable agony and stiffness in his neck and shoulder muscles that a prisoner-slave in the low-lying stocks has to contend with; nor is it the acute, burning sting in his back from the gaoler’s whip; after a while, he also has to contend with the flies which crawl over his face and into his mouth, nose and eyes – attracted by his perspiration. Some of the female flies even lay their eggs on him!

But the greatest agony of all is that, because of the dirty flies, his betters who have come to mock him decline to step forward and have their feet kissed – so he must gaze forlornly at their shoes and socks from a distance, unable to reach them with his parched, dry lips and menial mouth; a mouth yearning to pay it’s labial respects to them as all slaves, by nature, yearn to kiss their masters’ and mistresses’ feet! And this public prisoner-slave is the slave of everyone who passes by.

Haha! That’s the realtorment of being a prisoner-slave in the stocks. The feet of one’s betters are so near – and yet so far!

Imagine how this prisoner-slave must be feeling – and describe his feelings in the comments section, if you care to!

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