Post 1597. Wednesday September 6
This is a brutally edited version of a longer story I wrote some years ago which received very few hits. It's not in my normal style but I thought I'd give it another go anyway!
A steely gaze hides the scars I bear within. The hill is high, the path steep, but I climb regardless for I need to reach the summit. Only there can I commune with the spirit which comforts me whilst suffering my restless sleep. Only there will the fire of anger that rages within me be extinguished, and light drive out the darkness.
If there is indeed a God, will he forgive me the vengefulness I feel toward her? Surely the unholy sin she perpetrated upon me is unpardonable. May she stand naked before her maker and beg for the mercy she does not deserve.
Word count 102
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and Danny Bowman for the photo.