she felt sick
seeing him there
performing his songs
as if he didn’t have a care in the world
after everything he’d put her through
everything he’d done
and to those she loved
seeing him so blithely carefree
set her guts to roiling
she carried the knife in her bag
she didn’t feel safe any more
not since that night
that dreadful night
when he’d trampled over her life
that hellish night when
all her personal liberties had been
and all her illusions destroyed
she didn’t remember
taking hold of the knife
as she approached the figure who
haunted her nightmares
but she would always remember the
feel of the blade sinking deep into flesh
and the rush of satisfaction as
the spark of life
faded from his shocked gaze
Word Count: 136
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This post is for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge. This week’s photo prompt was provided by Sunayama MoiPensieve. Thank you, Sunayama!
I’ve actually had this little piece written for a few days. I just wasn’t sure for a while whether to post it as it is or to turn it into prose. I eventually decided, after asking my Mum (Millie Thom) for advice, that I’d leave it in the form it initially came to me in. I hope you liked it.
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