Friday

Heartbreaker

I watch Jack laying still. His breath feels so cool on my face. I could almost cry, but I won't. I prod him just to be sure then I cut further into the wound. Deeper and deeper. I don't mind the butchery. I don't mind the blood. He stole my heart. Now I want his.

11 comments:

  1. Crikey! I like this a lot - so few words, but so powerful. Most impressive. :)

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  2. Love it. Just the story that appeals to my weird mind.

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  3. Nice little story. Well done.

    N

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  4. Very good indeed. If you'd submitted that to the Regenerate we wouldn't have had to post my bit of nonsense.

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  5. Lovely, creepy piece in so few words! Great story!

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  6. Margaret, its cool to have a weird mind. :)

    Neil, thanks for reading & your comment.

    Sir Throg, Your piece wasn't nonsense. It was plain silly. :-D

    Laura, thanks for reading, glad you liked it.

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  7. You're scary, you know that! Brilliant, but scary!

    That's almost a quote fom Harry Potter, btw, but I'm sure you and Throg knew that already, lol :-)

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  8. BOO!

    Thanks for reading. :-)

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  9. Ooh! You wicked and nasty girl! That'll show the bastard!

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  10. Short and brutal. My kind of stuff!

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