Greetings readers; it is Sunday again and time for another Six Sentences. Today’s selection comes from my work-in-progress, Judah and Tamar, a dramatic retelling of the Biblical story. Tamar, a young woman who’s already buried one husband, is bound by tradition to marry his brother to ensure he is given an heir. But her new husband, Onan, doesn’t want children and is quick to exploit the situation to his advantage.
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With a smirk on his face, Onan gets up off of Tamar and off their wedding bed. He doesn’t offer any regret or pathos; he simply puts his robe back on and exits the tent, rejoining his friends and family in their revelries, his business with her apparently done.
Stunned by his callousness, Tamar sits up and looks down at the ground where he purposely spilled his seed. She touches the white, creamy substance: it is no more than a spoonful, but had he had given it to her, it would have been enough to make the whole ordeal worthwhile. Now it was wasted, and she would have to endure his cold, lecherous touch again. Tamar lies back onto the bed feeling dirty and exposed and pulls the blanket close to her.