Sacha wants us to explain, in 52 words, why this room is empty. I don’t think it is. Not quite.
He said he was leaving despite the dreams we shared, the home we had started to build, the family we planned. Didn’t think he could live with my ‘mood swings’. So I unleashed my anger, filling the apartment with fury and hatred and destruction—dreams obliterated. He won’t be leaving after all.
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I know you can’t see it, but I am giving you a standing ovation for this post.
Thank you! So you like vengeful spirits!
I like that the words can take me as dark as my mind wants to go. A lighter minded person may simply choose to see the room still full of memories of him…a little darker may see the room filled with stronger emotions like anger and hate…my mind chooses to see the worst…perhaps an axe???
I’m afraid that’s where my mind went too, though I was more for a sort of whirlwind that ripped his head off…
Now there are 2 of us standing up and clapping!
Thank you, Sarah! There’s something so satisfying about revenge, isn’t there? Whether or not it’s justified 🙂
I’m standing too! Bravo! Slasher!!!
What a bloodthirsty bunch you/we are!
Count me in. I loved this.
It has certainly brought out the gung ho! spirit 🙂
Ominous! And he was correct. He *couldn’t* live with her mood swings. 🙂
I hope she doesn’t make a habit of breaking up relationships like this 🙂
She might have a hard time living with herself if she does. 😉
I’d like to think so 🙂
Oh yes, that room is definitely haunted. (K)
And I’d say whatever anger has taken up residence isn’t going to leave quietly.
A sequel (of sorts):
https://rivrvlogr.wordpress.com/2017/05/25/optical-illusion-writespiration/
Oooo! I’m joining the admiring crowd. And I like Ken’s sequel, too.
This is you at your best, I’d hate to see your actual fury but my god do you write dark well. I felt the fire in her eyes.
I’m not like that really. In fact, it’s hard to imagine what a real weirdo like her is thinking. But I like a challenge 🙂