Friday 25 October 2013

Five Sentence Fiction - Malice

  Lillie McFerrin Writes

I'm a bit late with this, as it is last weeks Five Sentence Fiction, but I couldn't resist this picture, so had to write for it.


With each strike of the mallet she felt her rage quell; the thump of the glass as it caved in leaving her feeling satisfied.

But with the rage dissipated the sick feeling of loss replaced it, and the rip of each piece of duck tape felt like a strand of her heart.

She stuck it on the windscreen, shaping the words while tears rolled down her face. She picked at the glass to give it form, wondering if he would understand it or just be enraged.

As she shuffled off the bonnet the sound of her sobs reached her ears and bitterness grew once more, this time only releasing with the hiss of air as she let down the tires for good measure.  

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