The real victim

I never planned to murder June.

I loved her, but my rage had built within and suddenly I found myself with a carving knife in my hand, her warm corpse before my feet.

No it was never my intention, but she tried to force herself upon me.
“I am the real victim”, I whisper under my breath, as I close her eyes.

The soil was moist and soft so I dug the grave with ease where I pray to God that she may lie forever.

With unopened eye I faced the moon, my only witness, knowing well that she would never tell on me and tiptoed past the farms on hidden paths.

Soon I reached the open roads again, free of obligations from my misstep.

I whistled as I walked free from June, free from evidence of sin, free from you, my unborn son.

The Murderer
Edvard Munch

Today Melissa hosts Prosery at dVerse where we are supposed to incorporate the lines:

I pray to God that she may lie
Forever with unopened eye

From his poem “Sleeper”, which may be read in its entirety here.

My complete text is 144 words which is the maximum amount we are allowed to use.
Of course the text is purely fictional but just to add some music I think Nick Cave is called for.

June 3, 2024

41 responses to “The real victim

  1. Truly chilling. That whistling at the end went to my marrow. Skillful breaking up of the line.

    With unopened eye I faced the moon, my only witness,

  2. A fantastic piece of flash fiction, Björn, with a classic hook as an opening sentence! A great first person character, very convincing and creepy. And you split that prompt line expertly. No tell-tale moon for your murderer, and the whistle was a really chilling touch, as is the Munch painting you chose to illustrate your story.

  3. Well everyone here is pretty spot on in response of “chilling” “twisted” “skillful” (the writing and the deed?) “whistling” (that got me) “dark” “sinister” “unnerving” …

    Well, with “murder stories are my home turf …” you are definitely at home here.

    Now, by the way, if there is ever an invite to a party or some sort of get together of yours I might just have to beg out, ya know, just in case. 🙂

    Well done Bjorn.

  4. This is a brilliant scene of murderous foul play. Great story. I love how you split the line. The whistling makes it so evil… Bravo maestro of the horror tale. 👏🖤

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