Ishtah - The Prostitute's Daughter
The ceremony of the god Ashur is in just a few days. Outside the city begins to celebrate, but the doors and windows of my mother’s house remain tightly shut. Our food has begun to grow scarce, yet she has made no motion to work. She has not called me to bring her her perfume, to braid her long, tangled hair, or paint her lips red.
Ishtah - The Prostitute's Daughter -
E-book Novella, 20,000 words