Today’s challenge was a complete story in 100 words. It had to have a start, middle and end. It had to make you feel some emotion. I don’t know whether this does, but it sprang straight into my head. Maybe our lunch conversation, discussing Rory McIlroy’s split from Caroline Wozniaki, had lingered.
She was slumped on her bedroom floor, pillowed by the billowing white taffeta. Calmer now, she grabbed the box of tissues, and wiped her mascara-stained cheeks clean. She straightened out the crumpled note and reread it.
“I’m sorry. I can’t go through with this. Find strength from your faith. Bryan”
She reached for her prayer book, removed the marker from the Wedding Service and flicked it open at random.
“Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord” stared out at her.
Maybe I could just help Him out a little, she thought as she reached into the drawer for her gun.
(c) J M Pett 2014