I plunge the knife deep into your heart. I imagine the burn from that slice through your most vital organ. Blood spills out over the granite counter, pooling in a shallow puddle around my feet. My fingers cradle your heart for its final shuddering beats. Your body stills, forever frozen in its last moment of life. I rip off your skin, then chop you up into bite-sized bits. I drop you into the stew. The garlic and onions add to the symphony of smells I’ve conducted with your flesh.
That’s what you get for biting my finger, you little fucker.
TerribleMinds Flash Fiction Challenge: 100 Words on the Subject of Revenge
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Anger management classes?
That was funny.
Ha! Made me laugh. So sinister!
Wow!!!!!….My sweet little niece?
Sounds like a mother with sleep deprivation.
Remind me not to piss you off.
Is there anything you’d like to tell us, Sarah? C’mon…unburden yourself. You’ll feel so much better. Nice story…at least the narrator’s response was proportional to the original assault…
Clearly revenge is a dish best eaten warm.
Yeah, I’ll admit this one got a little creepy. I might blame it on mommy sleep deprivation, but since my writing tends toward the dark side on a normal day, it’s probably just me. IT’S JUST FICTION, I SWEAR! *nervously glances side to side*
Or maybe it’s just all the slush and flash fiction I read…yeah, that’s it. You crazy writers are dragging me down into your demented wordslinging worlds!
I love the last line. I thought, wow, that’s pretty callous of this person to talk about killing another person like that. And then it all made sense! Good job.