Fiction: Eden’s controversial ex-occupant Lilith goes on a rampage to discover all that she can be

What a pathetic woman a wife is. Seeking shade in her husband’s shadow. Doomed to be in awe of him because only then can she feel blessed and fortunate in that union. When awe dips, she doubts the sky above and the sea below, her very moorings shaky. She has no choice but to go back to worshipping him; every hosanna she sings in his praise hikes her worth among other wives and in her own eyes. Which is why sex outside marriage can never go stale. Within marriages, it is all missionary position and procreation. Perhaps mankind should have lined the streets with beds, taken the guilt out of the act and finished off the species on a note of high, exquisite pleasure.

watched Eve every day, cartwheeling in her sylvan yard. Once her domestic jobs were accomplished, she sunned herself with a passion. She picked pebbles and fallen jackfruit and kept them aside to show Adam later. An Adam who grunted absent-mindedly in return. She hung out the washed mats humming little tunes. Birds who flew past her and elephants who trumpeted, she was friends with all of them, big or small. She kept pace with snails and turtles and...

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