The Revenge (555 Fiction)

Mood: Been There, Written That

It was one in the night. He had just returned from work. These IT companies literally suck out the last drop of blood from us, he thought. Tired and exhausted, he flung open the door and pushed himself in. She was no where to be seen. But he seemed too bored to even think about her and headed straight for the bedroom. It was empty. He changed quickly and collapsed onto his bed, fast asleep within seconds.  

It was then that she came out from the kitchen. Stealthily, she entered his room and approached him from his back, hoping to give him a surprise. She placed a peck on his cheeks. But he slept as if he hadn't been touched. She lingered around him vying for his attention. But she got none, for he was purely oblivious to her presence. Another kiss to his lips and this time he seemed to stir. Half asleep, he signaled at her to get away. The previous night's affair was all too fresh in his sub-conscious mind. He wanted to be all alone after another grueling day at work. But it didn't matter to her for she was in mood for mischief tonight. Again...

The lights were off and she was getting into her best. He lay there trying not to get into a situation again at this time of the night. But one fuss too many and then, he could take no more. He got up cursing, but she just managed to hide behind the curtains. Sleepily he shouted at her to come in front of him, but she always had this habit of playing around with him. After all, he looked so innocent when he was mad at her. Cursing, he rolled the blanket back over himself.

It was now three hours into the new day and she again got back to her game. She approached him, this time from his side. She whispered to him that he could satisfy her all night. But he just changed his stance, uninterested. She switched over to his other side now. How he knew she would! She buzzed that he seemed cuter and sweeter than usual. But he had planned out the next turn of events. Out of thin air, he slapped her, fair and square with his strong hands. She lost her balance and fell. Blood trickled from the corners of her mouth. The job was done. She wouldn't disturb him again tonight. She lay there sobbing and too hurt to respond or react. The guy whom she liked so much had hit her. How many times must they have locked lips...And now, he had slapped her. It was all over, she knew. Least bothered, he was already asleep.

Two weeks later: I woke up. It was the sixth time I was dreaming of this. Like a ghost, I had again travelled back in time and witnessed that night's turn of events.

I knew it was just a matter of time now. I was dying. Dengue was now in the advanced stages. I could hear a knell somewhere. The ringing was getting closer and closer each passing minute. Suddenly, I heard a high pitch laughter and then, Revenge Is Oh So Sweet, said a chilling voice, that of the female Aedes aegypti mosquito I had killed a fortnight ago...

Quick Note: This was my attempt at the now-famous 55 word fiction. I just changed it a ‘little’ to suit my lengthy writing style. And, Eureka!!  It turned out to be a 555 word fiction. Always happens with me..Duh..! 

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