Happy New Year, Eric!
“Don’t look into the light” she said to him annoyed. “It will end bad”.
“Tut, you always put me off doing what I want to do” Fropert shouted back at her. He wasn’t going to listen on this occasion, if he wanted to stare at the light he would.
“What! did you shout at me in that awful screech of a voice, you imbecele of a boyatal. Do not for one second think I won’t come over there and whoop your tanned ass!”. She stood arms crossed and fists curled. She was fuming at his outburst. Her scream had sounded like thunder roaring through the skies.
He stood and thought for a second contemplating the challenge. Eyes locked with hers. The pressure could be seen in her face ready to explode into a million broken stars. Should he? Would he? He daren’t - she thought. I would too - he thought.
Then as sudden as a nuclear bomb explodes once made contact against the warm earth; he looks away from her and stares into the light.
The noise was loud and probably heard for miles out in space. It was over. Anger had consumed her and spite had ridden him. The two obliterated into ash floating out amongst the abyss.
(It’s not a story just a piece of nothing writing - no meaning really)
Happy New year to you as well Roo! I really enjoyed your piece. I found it very clever how there was so much tension and anger in it, yet the story as a whole is kept very comical with the fact that the confrontation is over something so petty. I also very much enjoyed the ending, purely because there isn’t a resolution, and what is there is so implied and conceptual. It’s almost as though the conceptual aspect overpowers the need for a resolution so much that the implied ending is much more pleasing. I like it:) Keep writing.
(And sorry for the lack of work/communication. I’ve been very busy and, unfortunately, I don’t see it ending soon. It’s very nice to hear from you though.)
