Flash Fiction – Avenging Angel

Every mom wants the best for their child, and I’m no exception. I don’t know how many times I pictured your graduation; you, in a white dress, walking down the aisle; you having a child of your own. It’s something a mother almost expects. What they don’t expect is a gravestone.

Yours reads:

My Angel
May 23, 1990 – January 12, 2005
Gone to find her wings…

I wish you could tell me whether or not you like it. I tried to capture you, all of you; but how do you do that in such a small space. You were so large. You filled up every room and the light sort of fizzled the moment you stepped out of it. When you left this world, you took so much of me with you that there isn’t much left; not much reason for me to remain.

I can hear you now, telling me how cryptic I am; how I have so much to live for. I know you’d want me to move on. Perhaps you’d also understand that I just can’t.

I’m not so bold to think you’d thank me for it or that you’d do the same for me. I would honestly tell you not to. But would it matter? I don’t know.

For the last year, I’ve listened and I’ve watched. I’ve attended every court session, heard everything they said about you, about what he did. There were moments that I was sure I was being ripped apart.

I wish I could go back to that night and tell you not to go. I wish I could have yelled at myself to go with you. I would have saved you. Either that, or I would still be with you; the two of us, angels up in heaven. We’d take heaven by storm, just like we were so close to doing here.

The details of that night will forever be burned in my memory, as if I’d been there; as if I’d lived it with you. If only I could take the burden from you; the gruesome horror of it. Why couldn’t it have been me? Why did it have to be you?

I’ve watched those twelve people sitting in that box. I’ve watched their faces. At first, they were horrified. I watched as they sent murderous glares to the monster on the other side of the courtroom. If only glares could do what must be done.

It didn’t take long for those looks to change. Now, they are pensive; thoughtful. There were times, when he was on the stand, that everyone was laughing. How could anyone laugh? But I’ve noticed that he has ways with people, which is perhaps why he has been allowed to continue; why you ended up in his grasp.

When they filed out to deliberate, I already knew what was going to happen. I knew what their decision would be, so I found myself leaving the courtroom. I went fast because I didn’t think it would take them long. I drove all the way across town, breaking every speed limit along the way, grabbed the item I knew would set you free, and then I hurried back.

I was right. My phone rang while I was parking. Their deliberation was done.

My heart started beating in my chest like a trapped bird struggling for flight. As far as plans went, mine was flimsy, but I’d been thinking of this since the moment they pulled back the sheet and I saw your broken body lying on the cold hard slab. I didn’t cry then, but I was forever broken.

I settled in with the crowd making their way back into the courtroom. There were whispers, bursts of laughter, and I heard someone crying. Is that me?

I didn’t bother to sit. I stood in the corner at the back of the room. I wanted to be the first one out. It felt like I hadn’t taken a breath before those twelve people were filing back into their seats.

“Ladies and Gentleman of the Jury, have you reached a verdict?”

“We have, your honor.”

My ears started to ring and within seconds, it was a loud roar echoing throughout my head. When they finally said the words, they replaced the roar and continued echoing around my head.

Not Guilty
Not Guilty
Not Guilty

And even though I was expecting it, I almost dropped to my knees in horror. How could they? Didn’t they see what he’d done to you?

I was the first one out the door. I thought I heard someone yelling my name, but I kept on moving. I ran to my car, grabbed what I needed, ran back to the courthouse steps and stood next to a pillar. Before I knew it, he was walking out the doors. Cameras were flashing and people were yelling questions, trying to get his attention.

“How does it feel to be a free man?”

“What are you going to do now?”

I watched as he smiled into all the cameras and started talking into the microphones.

I didn’t need his attention. I just needed him in hell where he belonged. Slowly, I pulled out the gun. Everything became silent except the buzzing that had started in my ears. Slowly, silently, I aimed for the center of his body and pulled the trigger. I pulled it again, and again, and again. I don’t know what happened first, the gun clicking empty or the mad rush of noise in my ears as I felt something hard enter my chest.

Amidst the cacophony of noise that I can’t make sense of, I find myself looking up at the cloudless blue sky, coughing up blood and struggling for breath. I manage to smile when I see white wings above me, beating in the glow of the sun.

Now you are free, my love, and I will be with you soon.


I haven’t participated in a Chuck Wendig challenge in way too long, but this week, it spoke to me.  He asked us to write a story of revenge in about 1,000 words and this one came out pretty easily.  It felt good to write something longer than 100 words.  I guess I can still do it…

Song Lyric Sunday – Blind by Kesha

There were a lot of obvious choices this week but I wanted to find something that maybe wasn’t as well know, so I went looking through my library.  I’m getting pretty familiar with all the artists in there because I scroll through it every Saturday.  You’d think I’d be listening to it more, but I sort of got into podcasts and don’t really listen to music as much as I used to.

Anyway, I’ve come across Kesha a few times and haven’t had an occasion to use one of her songs.  She isn’t one of my favorite artists.  Some of her songs are kind of annoying, to be honest, but this one fit so perfectly and has such a great beat that I thought I’d share it.

It is difficult when a relationship ends, but for some reason it’s nice to think of your ex being unhappy or not finding whatever they may have left you for.  I’ve walked away from most of my relationships, but there was one that I was doubting my decision to leave.  It didn’t take long to realize that I’d made the right decision, but he sort of made it easy when he moved in with someone else within a few months, got married a few months after that, and was pregnant six later, even after he told me he didn’t want kids.

I saw him a few years later, and I have to say that he didn’t look good.  It sounds terrible, but I was almost happy that he looked so miserable.  This song makes me think of that.

I hope you enjoy!

I think you got the best of me
You’re sleepin’ with the enemy
You left me all alone, alone, alone, alone
The beat drops, I’m so low
My heart stops, I already know
You left me all alone, alone, alone, alone
I’m sick and tired of the mess you made me
Never gonna catch me cry oh, whoa, whoa
You must be blind if you can’t see
You’ll miss me till the day you die
Oh, whoa, whoa, without me you’re nothing
Oh, whoa, whoa, you must be blind if you can’t see
You’ll miss me till the day you die
Oh, whoa, whoa
I’ve let go finally over you
This drama that you put me through
I’m better all alone, alone, alone, alone
The beat drops, you’re so low
It’s last call and it’s gotten old
Now look who’s all alone, alone, alone, alone
I’m sick and tired of the mess you made me
Never gonna catch me cry oh, whoa, whoa
You must be blind if you can’t see
You’ll miss me till the day you die
Oh, whoa, whoa without me you’re nothing
Oh, whoa, whoa, you must be blind if you can’t see
You’ll miss me till the day you die
Oh, whoa, whoa
I trusted you, you were the first
Then you lied and it gets worse
You broke me down, now just look around
(Who’s all alone?)
Who’s all alone now?
I’m sick and tired of the mess you made me
Never gonna catch me cry
Oh, whoa, whoa
You must be blind if you can’t see
You’ll miss me till the day you die
Oh, whoa, whoa
Without me you’re nothing
Oh, whoa, whoa
You must be blind if you can’t see
You’ll miss me till the day you die
Songwriters: Jonathan Levin / Kesha Sebert / Lukasz Gottwald / Benjamin Levin
Blind lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

The Song Lyric Sunday theme for this week was revenge/vengeance.  Please feel free to click the link, read the rules and post one of your own.

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#MarquessaChallenge – The Awful Truth

Riley’s heart was beating so fast she feared the sound was resonating through the room. She burrowed deeper into the covers even though sweat was dripping down the back of her neck. She could hear his footsteps coming down the hallway and even though she was anticipating his arrival, it still sent shivers down her spine. She didn’t realize she’d been holding onto the hope that it was all just a big mistake. She wanted to believe Sam, knew she should believe her, but she also knew that sometimes kids played make-believe.

She heard him pause at the bedroom door and then heard it slowly opening. He hadn’t turned on the hallway light, but her eyes had already grown accustomed to the darkness in the room.

“Sam, are you awake,” he whispered?

Riley’s stomach turned and bile rose in her throat.

“Baby girl, it’s Daddy. It’s time to play our little game.” As he spoke, she heard his feet rustling on the carpet and saw his shadow moving closer and closer to the bed. She watched in sick fascination as he leaned down and slowly started to pull the covers back.

“What the hell?” He stepped back, but she was already climbing out of the bed with a gun aimed somewhere in the center of his body. “Riley! Sweetie, I can expl…”

The sound of the gun reverberated through the room over and over again until she clicked for what seemed liked the thousandth time and no more bullets came out. Finally, the only sound that remained was the ringing in her ears and the ragged gurgling of her husband’s dying breath.


#fictionfriday is brought to us by Simply Marquessa. Today’s lyric prompt is:  “Payback is a bad bitch…”