As the Inferno Smolders

She stood there, dipper in hand, drinking the endless supply of water from the Artesian well as she watched her ex-lover burn.

She slaked her thirst, while his skin melted and he screamed in agony.

She became more satisfied with each swallow of the precious fluid.

He begged for a few drops, to end his suffering and stop the pain.

She enjoyed watching him writhe too much, and she would not give in.

She regaled in his pain. Enjoyed watching him burn.

The scent of his burning flesh didn’t even effect her. Didn’t make her nauseated. She thought it would, but she found she savored it.

With her thirst quenched, she places the dipper back on the handle of the ancient stone fountain.

His screams have reduced to agonizing moans, yet she feels no remorse.

She stands by the ancient fountain and removes her clothes.

She walks down the steps, and settles her body under the water, with just her head breaking the surface.

He keeps burning, and moaning, but she pays no mind to it.

Soon what was once his body is now only embers.

In her nakedness she stands up, and goes to the pocket of her jeans.

She finds her cigarettes, places one between her lips, leans over what once was his body and says, “May I have a light?”

*Sometimes even us funny writers have a bit of anger in us. Sometimes a friend gives us an idea for a story and we run with it. Thanks Tracy for the idea. I’m glad you liked it.*

16 thoughts on “As the Inferno Smolders

    • Actually this idea came from a good friend of mine. It’s also from a music lyric I think. Or a quote. Something along the line of if he was on fire and I had a glass of water in my hand, I’d drink it.

  1. Ouch…
    hell hath no fury like a woman scorned… he must have been a very bad boy!
    Great entry to go with the picture Renee, and very imaginativeπŸ™‚
    xxx

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