Furious Fiction August 2021
THE REQUIREMENTS FOR THE AUGUST STORY:-
First sentence must contain only four words
Your story must include something being shared
Your story must include the words PAINT, SHIFT, WAVE and TOAST
The required words can be longer but the original spelling must be retained.
Revenge
Carrie saw only blood. When she looked at the wall she still saw the blood that had coated it that fateful night. It’s why she’d chosen to paint it a deep shade of red, so she’d always remember. Not that there was every a chance she’d forget the night she’d murdered her husband. Some things tended to stay with you, the feeling of blood sliding through your fingers, forcing a blade through a person’s chest, shifting a body, arranging a water burial, you never forgot those things. And Carrie wouldn’t want to. She remembered them fully when she stared at this wall. Just like she remembered them when she went to the ocean and stared at the waves. And each time, she felt that same feeling of satisfaction, of victory, of finally standing up for herself. And it was an additive feeling.
Carrie put down the paintbrush and walked over to the couch and sat down, the plastic drop cloth crinkling under her. She looked over her handiwork again, the newly painted red wall and remembered.
Of all the things she’d expected to share with her sister Ashley, her husband was never supposed to be on that list. And yet, she had. Carrie still remembered watching them together from the doorway, her heart shattering into a million pieces. But that feeling of heartbreak had quickly been followed by a deep seated need for revenge, a bloodlust, which Carrie couldn’t repress, no matter how hard she’d tried.
She’d always known her whole life that she’d always been just a little bit wrong. Just a little bit off. Where other people were quick to anger, they were easy to forgive, but when someone crossed Carrie she’d only ever wanted to blood and she didn’t do forgiveness. Ever. She’d waited though, while she’d hurt people before, she’d never killed anyone. She wanted to make sure it was what she’d wanted, but the urge had never gone away. So she’d indulged it, carefully planned every last detail. First for her husband’s death and then her sister’s accident. And everything had gone perfectly. Her husband was dead, her sister in a persistent vegetative state. Forever a prisoner in her own body. Carrie visited Ashley every week, to remind her sister that she had orchestrated her downfall, but that hadn’t been enough either. Carrie wanted Ashley to suffer more.
“Lunch is ready. These will be the best toasted sandwiches you’ve ever had.”
Carrie looked away from the wall, her gaze going to her brand new fiancé, a smiled spreading over her face. He walked over to her and sat down, dropping a soft kiss on her cheek. There was that feeling again.
Carrie smiled knowing that she’d taken everything that Ashley had ever wanted including the man that Ashley had been lusting over for years and never gotten. But Carrie had. And Carrie had even managed to get him to love her, to want to marry her. She’d turned her greatest betrayal, into the perfect revenge.
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