Feeling the Fire of Anger and Hurt

Updated on March 28, 2018


She looked up at him, her eyes asking that question that really didn't need answering. Could she have prevented the violence that was going to begin? She didn't know that answer as the dark clouds above seemed to be showing pity.

Robbery was never a consideration even though she had several hundred dollars in her purse. She wanted to offer it to him if he would just leave, but she knew it wouldn't have made a difference. He would have taken it and still made the violence primary.

She started the morning jogging and decided to use the park as her field of choice. Her day started to turn to ashes and she couldn't feel her body. It was totally numb. Her world felt like it was closing in on her. The air was tight and she felt her breath struggling to get out.

If she was killed will that man care? Would he feel the pain he was inflicting? Would he be the last person she'd say good-bye to?

The man chose a large boulder behind a prickly bush near the path to drag her tired body. At first he appeared troubled and she was hoping he was having second thoughts.

He waited, allowing that thought to penetrate and then wash away. It was almost as if he felt some shame creep into his mind. There was almost a hint of humiliation that crossed his face. It lingered in his dark eyes for a moment and then it was gone.

Her stomach started to churn and she wanted to kick and scream but the fear kept her still. The thought of the violence kept her frozen in place.

The aromas from the wet soil beneath her was enhanced by the early morning sun as it broke through the dark clouds. The sun's good morning rays filled her senses with beauty and a peaceful calm. The hatred in heart was strong, but she couldn't reach down into that ball of hate and use it to fight the violence that was nearing.

“You know what I want, don't you?” he whispered.

Dreaded emotions were rising as they seeped out of her pores like sweat. She couldn't fight back the tears and there was simply no holding it back as the hot tears poured down her face and between sobs guilt entered her mind. She wanted death to take her place.

She wanted him to hurt as much as she was hurting and she wanted to witness his damnation.

The crows watched from several trees on the horizon as she felt the torment rush of pain consuming her. She couldn't wait for death so that the wave of pain would pass.

Selfish?

He was grunting like a wild animal and suddenly his voice got quiet and she looked up at him, directly into his evil dark eyes. Something was happening. Something made him stop.

She pushed him off her and he kicked several times. She didn't know what was happening, but it was almost too good to believe. He jilted like a man struck by lightning. Then he grabbed his chest. He was suffering from a massive heart attack.

Revenge filled her heart as she picked up a rock that was as big as a softball. She thought about caving his head in. She stood up looked at the man. There was no pity in her heart as she gathered her belongings, dropped the rock feeling the fire of anger and hurt still burning inside her.

She looked over toward the crows and nodded, hoping they would feed well that morning...

© 2018 Frank Atanacio

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      Frank Atanacio 10 days ago from Shelton

      manatita, I'm sorry about your comments you say are not posting.. wonder if that's happening to a lot of us and we don't know about it... I left comments and now wonder if the writers ever got it... anyways...I know you read and respect you for that bro... blessings

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      manatita44 10 days ago from london

      Since I can't find my response, I'll have to write another.

      An awesome piece. Flowed well. Vibrant, intriguing, held my attention like an intelligent venetian blend in the right Louis Armstrong setting. A marvellous piece of Flash, Bro.

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      Frank Atanacio 2 weeks ago from Shelton

      LOL @ John.. pass the rock.. I see where u r coming from

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      John M McNally 2 weeks ago from West Yorkshire, England

      Thanks Frank, that really makes you think doesn't it. Would I help him? Would I let nature take it's course and leave it to the crows like your heroine? Nope - pass me the rock.

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      Frank Atanacio 2 weeks ago from Shelton

      thank you Ann for reading my fire and anger

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      Ann Carr 2 weeks ago from SW England

      Superb! Echoing Shyron, 'a murder of crows' came to mind, though I'm not sure if he's already dead.

      Good choice of illustrations too.

      Ann

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      Frank Atanacio 2 weeks ago from Shelton

      thank you Shyron for being a constant reader bless you

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      Shyron E Shenko 2 weeks ago from Texas

      Frank, you took my breath away

      Poetic justice I must say

      To have the evil man die that way

      Lets just hope he didn't go before the crows end their day

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      blessings always

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      Frank Atanacio 2 weeks ago from Shelton

      thank you so much Genna East good to see you :)

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      Genna East 2 weeks ago from Massachusetts, USA

      Whoa! We were glued to this story, Frank and cheered, silently, at the ending. "She looked over toward the crows and nodded, hoping they would feed well that morning..." So did we! Well done.

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      Frank Atanacio 3 weeks ago from Shelton

      thanks Ms Dora...:)

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      Dora Weithers 3 weeks ago from The Caribbean

      First waiting to die, then watching the would-be murderer die? This was a mix of emotions like no other. Good work!

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      Frank Atanacio 3 weeks ago from Shelton

      thank you reading Flourish..LOL never going to cross you..

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      FlourishAnyway 3 weeks ago from USA

      She should’ve used the rock to bash his um (brains) since that’s what he was thinking with them cram it in his mouth. Loved the retributive justice.

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      Frank Atanacio 3 weeks ago from Shelton

      Ruby thanks for visiting, and once again it's good to see you

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      Ruby Jean Richert 3 weeks ago from Southern Illinois

      Wow! This had me from start to finish. The ending was so visual, I could see the crows...

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      Frank Atanacio 3 weeks ago from Shelton

      Li-Jen.. ur laughing at me..:) and Jack thanks for the visit

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      Jack Shorebird 3 weeks ago from Southeastern U.S.

      Didn't see that coming.

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      Li-Jen Hew 3 weeks ago

      Good morning Frank haha....you're welcome! :)

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      Frank Atanacio 3 weeks ago from Shelton

      Good morning Li-Jen thanks for visiting this page..:)

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      Li-Jen Hew 3 weeks ago

      Thanks for sharing your story, Frank. She still cared for the crows even after what happened. :)

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      Frank Atanacio 3 weeks ago from Shelton

      thank you for the visit Jodah...:)

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      John Hansen 3 weeks ago from Queensland Australia

      A wonderful job as always, Frank. I could feel every emotion running through her. Very fitting ending too.

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      Frank Atanacio 3 weeks ago from Shelton

      thank you Peggy for reading my short-story...:)

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      Peggy Woods 3 weeks ago from Houston, Texas

      Her day started out right and ended horribly. Too bad the rapist's heart attack could not have started prior to his dastardly deed. That would have been even better as to the poetic justice but would not have fit your story as well.

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      Frank Atanacio 3 weeks ago from Shelton

      thank you Coffee for checking out my shorts... I thought she was going to bash his head in too..:) LOL

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      Louise Powles 3 weeks ago from Norfolk, England

      Ohh, I thought she was going to bash him over the head with the rock! Loved the story, thankyou.

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      Frank Atanacio 3 weeks ago from Shelton

      LOL, I bet you would Eric... Thanks for reading

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      Eric Dierker 3 weeks ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Vengeance is mine sayeth the heart attack on the wicked. I would have bashed his head in for good measure.

      Very good one Frank. The images vivid.

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      Frank Atanacio 3 weeks ago from Shelton

      LOL... indeed my friend.. Bill thanks for stopping by..:)

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      Bill Holland 3 weeks ago from Olympia, WA

      I call that poetic justice! Happy Eating, Crows!!!

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