She came back to Europe to watch the war. Watch the fireworks as cities were crushed and people bled out in the street. She wanted to see mankind slaughter itself, listen to the tortured souls scream in agony as they lost everyone and everything.
It reminded her of him. Whom she didn’t love. Far from it. She hated him. With a vengeance.
She stood on her balcony and watched him burn.
It felt good to be home.
This post is part of Nicky and Mike’s 30 Minus 2 Days of Writing challenge. Today’s prompt is Home at last. Go check out We Work For Cheese for a list of the other participants. *
Honest to god, Ziva, sometimes I think you're the most amazing writer I know. This is brilliantly cold, and Hemingway-esque in its brevity, punch, and power. Twisted, too, but not so much so that we can't all relate to her inner fury.
ReplyDeleteI envy you, I truly do.
And I'd love to see this expanded into a short story or even a novel.......
You know, I think that woman has some issues. Terrific little piece, Ziva. Very emotional.
ReplyDeleteThis is fantastic and reminds me not to get on your bad side!
ReplyDeleteYou are so chillingly wonderful. No wonder I love you so much.
ReplyDeleteNow this. This was great. Saying so much with so little. The essence of poetry, really.
ReplyDeleteI'll be in a corner. Crying.
Oops, sorry, I don't belong here. I could see her standing on her balcony, the town in flames. Chilling tale!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Ziva, this is wonderfully dark. Love it. Indigo x
ReplyDeleteI think I read too much into things.
ReplyDeleteWait a second! I read this in an Archie comic last week!
ReplyDeleteFirst of all, I am starting this by recognizing THAT THIS IS ZIVA'S BLOG! Ha ha ha ha! Pharmaceuticals, what can I say.
ReplyDeleteThen... WOW. This is SO FREAKING DEEP AND DARK AND I LOVED EVERY SINGLE MINUTE OF IT!
This is chilling. It's also amazing. It makes me wonder where this story could go if this were ever expanded into something longer. As a short, simple piece though, this is an excellent example of writing.
ReplyDeleteAh... you've decided to come over to the dark side, Ziva! Love it!
ReplyDeleteWhy, thank you, KZ. Sometimes I wonder were these pieces could go myself. One of these days I'll sit down with it and find out. ;)
ReplyDeleteHahaha, you crack me up, Katherine! Half of the time I'm commenting in this challenge I barely know if I'm on the internet or lost in some weird dream, I do NOT blame you for getting one black blog mixed up with another black blog. ;)
ReplyDeleteAnd thank you! I'm glad you liked the dark. ;)
That's where I get all my inspiration.
ReplyDeleteWell, do tell? ;)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Indigo. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Linda! :)
ReplyDeleteI live on the dark side, Boom Boom, it's a wonderful place to be. ;)
ReplyDeleteThis kind of darkness usually makes Meleah very sad. Except that it's SO well written. Damn.
ReplyDeleteOh Meleah, don't be sad, it's only pretend. :)
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