Hollow Pictures (standard:drama, 942 words)
Author: Voodoo	Added: Mar 05 2004	Views/Reads: 3227/2354	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A girl (Raye) is upset about the departure of her friend (Alex) who was having an affair with a man, another friend who had gone back with his wife, so in grief she murdered him with the same weapon that her friend had killed herself with.

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"I had responsibilities as a father and husband. And I do love Karen
too." 

Raye screamed again and kicked him in the stomach where she had shot
him. He held his wound like a wild animal as he cried in agony. 

"Responsibilities..." She mocked. "You are nothing but a pussy. You
claimed to love her, sucked her in, sucked her dry, and when there was 
nothing left you threw her away." 

A tear ran down Raye's face. "That's why she wasn't thinking, she was
still thinking of you. That's why she did it, and since you've 
destroyed her I am going to destroy you!" 

One last and third loud bang echoed through the house. This time Raye
made sure she knew right where she was aiming. The thing she knew the 
man didn't have, a heart. If he did, it was black, empty, and 
shriveled. 

A week came and went. His funeral was posted in the newspaper. The
police were investigating his murder. 

Raye walked alone on an autumn day in the cemetery with a flower pot,
spade, and paper bag in her hands. 

She knelt before a large rose quartz grave and began digging with the
spade. Once the hole was deep enough she put the brown paper bag in the 
hole. In the bag contained her weapon, the gun that had shot out four 
fatal blasts. 

She removed the flowers from the pot and placed them in the hole, snugly
wrapping dirt around them. 

She looked up at the grave and ran her hand down the stone. A tear
rolled down her cheek as she read the name upon it, Alexandra Jordan. 

Images burned forever in her mind, when she walked in Alex's bedroom
that day. The sight of her lying there on the floor drown in a mess of 
red and a gun in her hand. 

Raye lifted her fingers from the stone, gathered the spade and pot. She
had delivered Alex's justice. Whether or not it was right for her to do 
it, it was done. Another tear fell, she held the things close to her 
chest, and looked back at the grave on last time, because this was the 
last time she would ever come to this place again. --- The End.


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