Hell

2 September, 2011 at 23:52 (Flash) (, , , , )

She sat on a tree stump, on top of the rise at the edge of the wolds, surrounded by corn. She gazed over the flatness of the fens that stretched out into the blue of the distance. Above her the wide sky pressed down.

Soon she would have to get up off the stump. Soon she would have to turn around and walk back the way they had come. Behind her sprawled, pressing down upon the golden stalks of corn, lay the bloodied form of the man she had killed.

Whilst the sky pressed down on her and she looked into the distance for some hope of salvation she could ignore his blood feeding the dry earth. There was no forgetting him though, and no getting past the number of people who had seen them come out here.

She blinked as she gazed out over the fens and into the distance, soon she would have to turn around and go back the way she had come.

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4 Comments

  1. cookme25 said,

    That was a neat one! I liked how you started and ended with the same line but it had a different meaning each time.

    • luvlymish said,

      Not quite the same line but deliberate echoes. Glad you liked it.

  2. Lara Dunning said,

    I want to know what she’ll do next. She’s in quite a quandry.

    • luvlymish said,

      I’ve had a couple of requests like that. I may well continue the story.

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