Published September 24, 2017 by rochellewisoff

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This morning I’m actually caught up on Friday Fictioneers so in the wee early hours I had some time to write.  Following the research trail, I learned something new about an obscure and dying custom of the remote Kreoung tribe in Cambodia. As westerners many of us would shake our heads. Scandalous? I’ll leave that decision to the reader. 

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 150


            “When will you decide, daughter?” Mae clucked her tongue and shook her head. “When I was your age I had given birth twice. What about Heng or Phala? I happen to know both have visited you more than once. Either would make a good husband.”

            Nineteen-year-old Duong Dara grimaced as she picked at her rice. “Phala fidgets and Heng’s breath is terrible.”

            “Your mother is right.” Pa frowned. “Your sister has given us two grandsons and she is younger than you.”

            Hours later Dara shrugged off their words as she peeked around the opening of her maiden hut. The power of choice was in her hand.

            Chann approached. Moonlight haloed his gleaming hair. His mouth spread in a broad smile revealing even white teeth. Her heart raced and her breath caught in her throat as she anticipated those tender lips against hers.

            Tonight the moon and stars belonged to them.  





*Note: Chann means Moon and Dara means Star. 😀

34 comments on “LOVE SHACK

    • Dear Karen,

      The articles I read and videos I watched actually supported the custom. Although to our western way of thinking it sounds improper. The women interviewed felt empowered. I couldn’t help but look for the romance in it. 😉 Thank you.



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  • Romantic and hopeful in the context of the story. Dará is able to choose the father of her child.
    Still I find it hard to feel any sympathy for people/countries who have such blatant disregard for women, even if they blame culture/beliefs or whatever.

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    • Dear Luccia,

      I understand your feelings. I have my reservations for the custom myself. Although it’s two sided. The boys are sent to bachelor huts at a certain age as well. And, again, the girls are in control of whom they choose as a life partner. In instances where they don’t like the boys they aren’t obligated to engage with them either.




  • Lovely story! Very empowering for the women, who are trusted and in charge. And according to the article, the boys very much behave. Actually sounds quite civilised to me. And in some European countries the age of consent is as low as 14 rather than the usual 16.


  • Another bit of interesting (probably or at least soon to be) history penned in your own inimitable style 🙂 Btw in Hindi (and Bengali my mother tongue) Moon is called Chand and Tara is a star (taare is the plural) – not so different right?

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    • Dear Dahlia,

      Varad told me earlier about the names in Hindi. Fascinating. I’m glad you both shared this with me. It makes me wonder if Hindi, Bengali and Khmer stem from the same lingual root. 😀 Thank you for your lovely comment.



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  • Dear Rochelle,

    I write the is for the 2nd time – I must have missed pressing “post comment” properly and then flushed my comment! Aaargh!

    Love the attitude of this tribe. Interesting how so much more respectful of women they are. So many cultures could learn from this. Too very sad they are being taken over…

    Lotsa love,


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    • Dear Dale,

      I understand frustration in commenting. Mine kept going to spam last week. It only took a whole day for the Akismet team to rectify the problem. 😉

      In all the articles I read and videos I watched the Kreung are very respectful of the women. I knew nothing of them until Sunday when I went for a walk on the research trail. Thank you for dropping by…twice. 😀

      Shalom and hugs,


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  • I am a sucker for romance and so what it if it comes alive in ancient custom of the
    of the Kreung.Besides, i find the idea of women being allowed to chose who they cohabit with make fathers of their children very democratic and empowering. Much better than some of the modern day pseudo cultures that predominate the world.
    As usual, another wonderful treat from the grand dame of flash fiction. Keep it coming, dear Rochelle.

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