She stood there, dipper in hand, drinking the endless supply of water from the Artesian well as she watched her ex-lover burn.
She slaked her thirst, while his skin melted and he screamed in agony.
She became more satisfied with each swallow of the precious fluid.
He begged for a few drops, to end his suffering and stop the pain.
She enjoyed watching him writhe too much, and she would not give in.
She regaled in his pain. Enjoyed watching him burn.
The scent of his burning flesh didn’t even effect her. Didn’t make her nauseated. She thought it would, but she found she savored it.
With her thirst quenched, she places the dipper back on the handle of the ancient stone fountain.
His screams have reduced to agonizing moans, yet she feels no remorse.
She stands by the ancient fountain and removes her clothes.
She walks down the steps, and settles her body under the water, with just her head breaking the surface.
He keeps burning, and moaning, but she pays no mind to it.
Soon what was once his body is now only embers.
In her nakedness she stands up, and goes to the pocket of her jeans.
She finds her cigarettes, places one between her lips, leans over what once was his body and says, “May I have a light?”
*Sometimes even us funny writers have a bit of anger in us. Sometimes a friend gives us an idea for a story and we run with it. Thanks Tracy for the idea. I’m glad you liked it.*
Whoa… where did THIS come from?
It came from ME…
RENEE….I SMILED THE WHOLE TIME READING THIS……I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE IT!
ONE OF YOUR BEST!
the last line….PRICELESS!!!!!!!!!!!! oh, what I wouldn’t do to be HER at that moment…ahhh….I cant only fantasize!!!!!!!!
You most certainly did give me the idea for the poem or prose or whatever this is. When I found the painting I just knew I had to add it.
As you can see from the reply from my friend Tracy, she gave me the idea Matt. I just sorta ran with it. 🙂
Cooool, and spooky!
It was kinda fun.
Whoa; what did he do I wonder…!?! Must have been really badddddd… 🙂
Actually this idea came from a good friend of mine. It’s also from a music lyric I think. Or a quote. Something along the line of if he was on fire and I had a glass of water in my hand, I’d drink it.
Oh boy; that’s really mean/scary….
When I was ‘much’ younger; I found instead of bottling up all of my emotions.. anger, etc., I’d chop up the person (in my mind) and make soup out of them… Now that’s sick… haha… It worked though..! 🙂
Yes my dear I’m sure it did. 🙂 Everyone thinks that way. It keeps us from going nuts. It’s the ones that act on it that we have to worry about.
Hahah… Nope; not so far, anyway….! 😉
I know you already have lots of awards (as you well deserve) but I nominated you for another. You might enjoy checking it out!
Thank you so much sweetheart. As soon as I have a few minutes, I will be sure to write my acceptance and my nominations. These awards tickle me to pieces. I just want you to know that!
:)!
Ouch…
hell hath no fury like a woman scorned… he must have been a very bad boy!
Great entry to go with the picture Renee, and very imaginative 🙂
xxx
The story actually came from the head of a friend. It was her idea. I just gave her the words. She LOVED it.