Friday Flash Fiction

Every Monday Dottie over at Tink's Place (or Carole Rae/me) posts a picture and on Friday we share a story to go along with the picture. The story has to be about 350 or so words.

I lied. I said I was going to post this tomorrow and yet...here it is posted today. Oh well. I'm really excited about this story. I tried a new type of story-telling with this one. I was unsure if I was going to be able to make it to 350 words, but you see? I have done it. Huzzah! Hope you like the style I used...I feel it has a certain rhythm to it and when I read it out loud, it sounds like the drops of rain. Make sure to share your links to your FFF, so I can read it too! ^.^

He Couldn't Sleep. He Couldn't Eat: A Tale of Revenge

by: CaroleRae

Revenge.

Revenge ran through his veins. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat.

Kill.

Kill the man that ruined his life. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat.

Avenge.

Avenge his family that was taken from him. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat.

Years.

Years it took to find this man, who killed his joy. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat.

Now.

Now was the time to strike; the man and his troops were right below him. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat.

Rain.

Rain and thunder crashed around him; it fit the mood. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat.

Stalking.

Stalking down the side of the mountain, he never let his prey his escape his sight. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat.

Memories.

Memories ate away at him as he watched his wife and son lay slain. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat.

Henry.

Henry was just a little boy with his Lannie's blonde hair and he always wore a smile. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat.

Lannie.

Lannie loved him and always told him to be good and do the right thing. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat.

Good.

Good he did like Lannie asked, but because of that the man murdered his family. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat.

Rage.

Rage killed all that was good in him and is buried with his family. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat.

Blood.

Blood would be drawn tonight as he pulled the knife from his side. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat.

Closer.

Closer he got to the man who ruined his life. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat.

Silence.

Silence surrounded the campsite; even the thunder held its breathe. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat.

Tears.

Tears blurred his eyes as he allowed himself to see their faces. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat.

Quietly

Quietly he shook the man awake with a hand upon his mouth. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat.

Justice.

“Justice for my family” he whispered. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat.

Shock.

Shock was evident on the man's face. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat.

Red.

Red spilled onto the blanket that the man slept on; for he had slit the throat. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat.

Gone.

Gone went he and he climbed back up to the mountains and lived alone forever more. He now could sleep. He now could eat.

*CR*