By Freeyad Ibrahim
She was the very Devil
Her only assistant was Cossette
Fantine's miserable daughter
who was like a mouse
of the service of an elephant.
Everything trembled at the sound of her voice
Window-panes, furniture, people
Her broad face was scattered with freckles
And she had a slight beard.
In short
She was a market-porter clad in women's clothes
No one would ever have thought
of her of a woman.
A single tooth protruded
from her mouth when in repose.
She swore splendidly and boasted
That she could crack a walnut
With a blow of her fist.
Freyad Hugo
Author, Writer
Netherlands
Augustus,2022
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