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Feeling the Fire of Anger and Hurt

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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...

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© 2018 Frank Atanacio

Comments

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on May 25, 2018:

thanks dream for stopping by I'll be over to return the favor... peace my friend

DREAM ON on May 24, 2018:

The crows are too good for him. The rock more than once so he can never see again left for the crows for the slim pickins afterwards. You held me in suspense.

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on April 25, 2018:

thank you so much Peg for checking out my anger...:)

Peg Cole from Northeast of Dallas, Texas on April 25, 2018:

The scene feels so real in your both your description of the surroundings, the sights and smells, and in the emotions felt by both parties. Had to love the poetic justice in this gripping story. Awesome job.

PS. I like your updated bio.

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on April 10, 2018:

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

manatita44 from london on April 09, 2018:

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.

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on April 03, 2018:

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

John M McNally on April 03, 2018:

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.

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on April 03, 2018:

thank you Ann for reading my fire and anger

Ann Carr from SW England on April 03, 2018:

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

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on April 02, 2018:

thank you Shyron for being a constant reader bless you

Shyron E Shenko from Texas on April 01, 2018:

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

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on March 31, 2018:

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

Genna East from Massachusetts, USA on March 31, 2018:

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.

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on March 30, 2018:

thanks Ms Dora...:)

Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on March 30, 2018:

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

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on March 30, 2018:

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

FlourishAnyway from USA on March 29, 2018:

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.

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on March 29, 2018:

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

Ruby Jean Richert from Southern Illinois on March 29, 2018:

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

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on March 29, 2018:

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

jgshorebird on March 29, 2018:

Didn't see that coming.

Li-Jen Hew on March 29, 2018:

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

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on March 29, 2018:

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

Li-Jen Hew on March 29, 2018:

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

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on March 29, 2018:

thank you for the visit Jodah...:)

John Hansen from Queensland Australia on March 28, 2018:

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

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on March 28, 2018:

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

Peggy Woods from Houston, Texas on March 28, 2018:

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.

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on March 28, 2018:

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

Louise Powles from Norfolk, England on March 28, 2018:

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

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on March 28, 2018:

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

Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on March 28, 2018:

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.

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on March 28, 2018:

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

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on March 28, 2018:

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

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