She holds the golden sphere in the palm of her hand. It glows, warm with all that remains of him. She has him now, resting in the palm of her hand. His soul, trapped. He in her power; not she in his.
Revenge is sweet, she thinks.
She curls her fingers and feels the sphere pulsate. She turns and walks the few steps to the bridge. Leaning on the rail, she watches the greasy, grey river flow beneath her.
She tosses the sphere in the air and catches it. Tosses again; lets it fall.
Goodbye traitorous heart, she whispers.
Written in response to The Aether Prompt: May 22nd, 2019
luna's on line 
Good revenge.
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Revenge can be such fun!
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It can, specially if well deserved and planned
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Lovely vivid story, Chris! Can really feel the magic 🙂
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Thanks Tom, I like a little bit of magic to put things right!
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I think it’s cool that people put writing prompts out there and I enjoy seeing what you come up with for them. One of my favorite things to do in school was when the teacher would give us a picture and tell us to write about it. 😀
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I’ve always enjoyed writing prompts. When we had our little writing group here we had a photo prompt each week. It was fascinating to see what we all made of them. Everyone was different. 🙂
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I love that the river is grey and greasy, just to REALLY stick it to him. No clean water for you, buddy!
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Well if you go for revenge, it’s best done properly…and stickily 😉
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Lovely story
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