Retribution

Its time to submit my piece for Friday Fictioneers. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the wonderful host for this site and every Friday ,around 100 fellow bloggers submit their 100 word stories based on the photo prompt of that week.

THE CHALLENGE:

Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)

Copyright - Ted Strutz

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Here are my 101 words(including the title).

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Retribution

 

She watched them board the ferry.

The bitch with him was pregnant and he looked happy.

Her face darkened.

He had said he was going to be with his dying mother.

The lying bastard!

Well, she was going to see to it that someone died!

 

At the busy hospital, no one noticed the mousey intern.

On Thanksgiving Day, the woman delivered a baby boy.

That night, the intern offered to work extra hours in the neo-natal ward.

It was the last time anyone saw her or the baby.

Next morning, the woman was found strangled to death-in her hospital bed.

 

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The living dead

Trifecta: Week One Hundred

This week’s prompt by Trifecta is-

PHANTOM (noun) 1   a :  something apparent to sense but with no substantial existence :  APPARITION      b :  something elusive or visionary      c :  an object of continual dread or abhorrence 2 :  something existing in appearance only 3 :  a representation of something abstract, ideal, or incorporeal.

 

This is my submission.Hope you all like it:-)

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The living dead

“Oh, aren’t these adorable!” She squealed with delight, her eyes sparkling.

He looked at her holding out the tiny, lemon yellow booties at him.

He looked at her, his heart squeezing tightly in his chest and he almost bolted.

“They will be just right for our little one, “she added, touching her flat stomach and smiling dreamily.

Every time he saw her like this, he died a little-slow poisoned by her phantom of delusion.

But, he had no option for it was nobody’s fault that they were embroiled in this sordid affair called living!

They had so been in love and after a few years of working and partying hard had decided to start a family. Within a few months, her Doctor had conveyed the good news and they had started building the nursery. It was their Christmas gift to each other.

The baby was due in Fall – a season they both loved. He loved the delightful colours and that autumn was a harbinger of new life. She on the other hand, was like a kid let loose in a candy shop and went fully crazy preparing for Halloween and the associated festivities. He loved to see her dress up in spooky outfits and she enjoyed giving loads of treats to the kids who came to their door for,”trick or treat”

Then came New Year and they went out to party. It was a joyous celebration; tender moments engraved in his heart forever-their last together. He remembered her exuberant singing with the band and dancing.

Flushed and happy, they were returning home when it happened. A drunken driver, crashed into their car head on.

When he regained consciousness, he was told that their baby was no more and his wife and love of life had gone into a shock.

It took a year for the scars to heal-the visible ones, but she never healed from within-her mind frozen within the time before the accident –his love for her, their only succour…

 

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