Flower maiden (blodeuedd83) wrote,
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Flash Fiction Friday

Amy C over at Romance Book Wyrm and Dottie over at Tink's Place have come up with the idea for a Monday Morning Flash Fiction challenge.  Each Monday a new picture prompt will be posted and if you choose to  participate - you post your story on Friday - 350 words, give or take.  



Murder most foul
by Blodeuedd


She looked down at the broken body. The head was at a funny angle, and there was a pool of blood all around it.  The eyes stared at her, empty and questioning. She bit her lip and looked at the ripped clothes. Something deep inside of her hurt and she put her hand on her stomach. She felt like she was about to throw up, no wait! Nothing came. Something was wrong.
He came in and a smile played on his lips. He licked the knife in his hand and she shuddered. He knelt by the body and touched it.
“Stop it!” She shouted. “Please just stop.” She tried to get him away but he would not move. He just sat by the body with that smile on his face, that smile that made her sick to her stomach.
He combed his fingers through the hair and she looked away. She felt like crying but nothing happened. Nothing ever happened.
The funeral was nice, but who could say something else about a funeral. She stood at the edge of it and saw them put the casket in the ground. People were crying and there he stood. She shook her head. The police had not managed to pin the murder on him and she could not speak out. He hugged the people around him and she wanted to scream murderer. Could they not sense the darkness in him? Why were people so stupid?! Anger grew in her and she turned away. She did not feel the cold, not the snow under her bare feet. Not the wind in her wet hair, nothing.
At the end of the cemetery there was a nice tomb where the founding father of the town lay in his silent peace. She went inside and sat down on the stairs leading down. She stared into the darkness and wondered what she should do next. He needed to be thought a lesson, he had killed and gotten away with. He could not be allowed to live. The anger grew and grew and she screamed. A scream no one heard. And then she cried, silent tears that no one would ever see. She touched the gaping wound in her chest, she saw her torn heart and smiled. One day his day would come.


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Yes on time this time too


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