Tuesday Tales and Angry
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales.
A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. This week our prompt is the word "angry". You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This will be an excerpt from my new yet-to-be-named WIP.
Enjoy!~
I know enough about death, I’ve seen more than my fair
share. I know folks go through stages, and being angry is one stage some folks
allow to become quick sand. They plant their feet and sink into the muck and
mire of hopelessness and bitterness, losing their will for humanity and joy.
Don’t let this be you.
Don’t get me wrong- You’re beautiful all the time,
especially when you’re angry. I speak my truth when I speak of your beauty.
Your passion is exquisite, whether by smile or by ferocity.
Damn, you’re gorgeous.
Yes, of all the arguments we had, we had very few when
you became truly angry at me. Most of the time, it was your anger at some
worldly injustice, and thank God, not at me. I’d watch your jaw clench, while
the tears welled, and you exposed unbridled passion welled just beneath your
skin. You knew bias to the core and raged at life’s unfair atrocities. I could
only watch and attempt to comfort you, bringing you down rung by rung from the
ladder of fury you’d climbed.
Don’t let my death cause you extended anger.
You’re better than that.
You deserve well more than a lifetime of bitterness,
and wherever I am watching over you, I promise you I feel enough anger for the
both of us for leaving you… however I departed this world. I’ll carry the brunt
of the regret and anger.
I promise.
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