A story, a poem & a missed opportunity
In this part of the contest, I had to pick two out of five pictures and write a short original piece of fiction based on it. Here are the pics and my write-ups.
It has been over a century since he had last killed someone. The memory of that day still made him shudder.
He had killed many times before, but he always chose his victims carefully so that he would not be haunted later by any stray pangs of remorse. He tailed his victims for months on end and only when he was convinced that their life of unrepentant crime and depraved debauchery had set them on the road to eternal damnation, only then did he move in to hasten their demise. But that night he had let impulse get the better of him. He picked her up on the street certain that this crack whore, had she been in her senses, would thank him for ending her miserable life.
It was only when he read in the papers the next day that a pregnant woman was found dead and bloodless did he realize that he had taken not one life, but two.
A century of grief filled remorse, starvation, isolation and repentance had shriveled him up to resemble a cold dead corpse. He would’ve suffered endlessly, the agony multiplied by the absence of the possibility of the sweet release of death.
Till one day he found a way. An old homeless drunk stumbled across him and fell dead in the dark alley. Before he knew it, he was kneeling down beside him and had sucked all his blood before the body could go cold.
And so he now waited by the bedside of the terminally ill, waiting for them to die.
The secret we share,
I can no longer hide,
It is not fair,
To everyone we’ve lied.
Come out with the truth,
It is the only path,
Fear not their fury,
Or an invisible God’s wrath.
We have not chosen,
Our heart’s forbidden desires,
Why must we deny,
What our love requires?
You love me,
And I love you,
And while I profess,
You’re afraid to confess.
For it is love between us,
As commonplace as any other,
Yet the rarest thing there is,
Between one man and another.
When you can feel it in your soul,
Who can tell you it’s not true?
When it brings a smile, makes you whole,
Why wish that they approved?