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Petal and Iron

Petal and Iron
Once upon a time a man with a broken spirit named Iron and his   East Indian wife  moved up the hill. Petal was her name but she was no flower.  Neither was she kind hearted, and so everyone on the hill  scratched their heads in wonderment as to  what Iron saw in her in the first place.  To her credit, Petal  was light in complexion with straight jet black hair that went down pass the middle of her back and which  flowed in the breeze.  But for all this, Petal  was less than beautiful,  considering her  large, overbearing  breasts,  her punch  and her naturally flat backside  which was her least desirable of her features. Together the couple made five dougla children, which Petal   did her best to raise  under the  law of Indian superiority, even as she lived among blacks.   Iron too was a prisoner under her tyranny.  Before his marriage to Petal,  Iron was no joke.  Built like an ox, with broad shoulders and a thick neck that supported a rather small bean shaped bald head, he resembled a Nubian wrestler from Sudan. In terms of raw strength and stamina , he  could lift twice as much as the average man and work from  sun up to sun down. This almost superman capacity  was  inherited  from his ancestors -- cane cutters on a large planation in the south of the island.  When Iron was  just a boy  he witnessed the untimely death of his father,  whose  right hand was accidentally destroyed  by the heavy rollers  used  to crush  sugarcane.  Without  a husband, Iron’s  mother  was forced to lend him out for day work on the very plantation where his father perished .&nbs
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