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*Le Clercq’s farmhouse, Spring 1749:  At her wits’ end as relations with her brutal husband spiral ever more into unrelenting nightmare, escape plan after escape plan fails and the world seems to tighten into a noose around her, Sophie-‘Andrea’ settles on more extreme measures.  One night she doses Le Clercq’s bottle heavily with sleeping drops and as he proceeds to gets drunk as usual, she manages to sneak his knife away from his belt.  Safety precaution purely, but in a few more moments it will save her life.  Her plan was that he should fall asleep and sleep deep and long;  she would not rue it if he never woke up again either,  but she intends to be far from here come morning and never find out.  Nightmare, however, proceeds as Le Clercq drinks himself into...   
 
*Le Clercq’s farmhouse, Spring 1749:  At her wits’ end as relations with her brutal husband spiral ever more into unrelenting nightmare, escape plan after escape plan fails and the world seems to tighten into a noose around her, Sophie-‘Andrea’ settles on more extreme measures.  One night she doses Le Clercq’s bottle heavily with sleeping drops and as he proceeds to gets drunk as usual, she manages to sneak his knife away from his belt.  Safety precaution purely, but in a few more moments it will save her life.  Her plan was that he should fall asleep and sleep deep and long;  she would not rue it if he never woke up again either,  but she intends to be far from here come morning and never find out.  Nightmare, however, proceeds as Le Clercq drinks himself into...   
  
*... the blackest rage, ranting he drinks, awake ever more awake... what was in those damned drops...  she must pre-empt him, must she not...  there was a knife, he doesn’t have it anymore does he... must remember but what...  get away...  think... wading backwards wading wading...  feet tangled so slow, must get out, out...  how to remember...  so slow too slow the door at her back now but no latch, no, no latch...  he will hear, he will hear...  his hunched back... a handle, the axe!... his bullish back... there is nothing but his back now, too large, no space to breathe can’t breathe...  no door... hated firewood-making... not long now, hurry but too slow, move and move, split your way out...  through that back... neck...  like the wood...  head shifting round as the axe swings to meet him...  so much blood...  on his feet now weaving drunk howling mute...  axe again, blood and gristle and it slips away... his drunk fingers grabbling for the knife that is somewhere...  must remember...  his fists fly and now she also is bleeding...  stumbling... his booted feet now.... more boots than two, multiplying... she remembers where she has his knife but too late, boots growing more ever more as she shrinks in on herself –  
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*... the blackest rage, ranting he drinks, awake ever more awake... what was in those damned drops...  she must pre-empt him, must she not...  there was a knife, he doesn’t have it anymore does he... must remember but what...  get away...  think... wading backwards wading wading...  feet tangled so slow, must get out, out...  how to remember...  so slow too slow the door at her back now but no latch, no, no latch...  he will hear, he will hear...  his hunched back... a handle, the axe!... his bullish back... there is nothing but his back now, too large, no space to breathe can’t breathe...  no door... hated firewood-making... not long now, hurry but too slow, move and move, split your way out...  through that back... neck...  like the wood...  head shifting round as the axe swings to meet him...  so much blood...  on his feet now weaving drunk howling mute...  axe again, blood and gristle and it slips away... his drunk fingers grabbling for the knife that is somewhere...  must remember...  his fists fly and now she also is bleeding...  stumbling... his booted feet now.... more boots than two, growing... she remembers where his knife is now but too late, boots growing more ever more as she shrinks in on herself –  
  
 
*''– there has to be a way.  A way, a purpose.  A purpose, a way.''   
 
*''– there has to be a way.  A way, a purpose.  A purpose, a way.''   

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