It’s Friday and time for another story for Friday Fictioneers. We like to tell our stories in 100 words or so. We are hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. You can join in the fun if you are so inclined. It’s very therapeutic for letting off steam. Here is my story according to the photo prompt below.
He turned his back to the city. Straightening his head and shoulders, he zipped up his jacket. There! He was done.
He had enough of the city lights. Enough of the glaring and angry eyes. Who did they think they were anyways? Treated him like shit. Kicked and spat on. Worse than a dog. Thought he hadn’t noticed. Well, he HAD.
Now it was their turn. See how they like that. He chuckled under his breath. He turned the key in the ignition and drove off into the desert. Behind him angry eyes exploded into shards of glass. Payback time.
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Oh.. those shards at the end made my heart stop… I hope he didn’t do what I think….
He did. 😦 I usually don’t write this way but in a world going crazy…why not see how the opposite feels. I’m not sure if I got the emotions right.
Lily
Oh, couldn’t he have just left without destroying?
Dear Lily,
This is all too real and common. Very disturbing. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
This sent shivers down my spine!
Very topical. Good job.
Thank you, Sandra.
Lily
Ugh…(in a good bad way) Randy
Powerful description. As disturbed as he is, he’s going to keep destroying. Well done. — Suzanne
Thank you, Suzanne!
Lily