This is my entry for the 2nd annual flash fiction blogfest. Enjoy reading!
Lightening flashed as the soul of Miriam Hassan, 21 years old-a daughter, a sister, a friend, a disgrace- floated out of her earthly possession towards the great beyond. It wouldn’t have been so cruel, so cold were it not the father, the brother, the friend-the saviors- who had conspired to rid the world of the ‘living Satan’. For what she had done was unacceptable. Her death was inevitable- everyone dies one day- it had only been hurried, lest the unimaginable happen.
The end had been swift.
‘Don’t look at her as your sister, your friend. See the devil that she has become.’
And the father, now the king, the brother who became the executioner and the friend, who was the noose around her neck, served justice to a frail girl in a kingdom where they were the law and the law was them.
It started raining. The drops plummeting to earth, with speeds unimaginable, with the ferocity of death.
‘The lord brings his wrath upon those who are deemed unfit.’
‘Let the rain wash away your sins, and the heavenly water purify your scorched soul.’
‘May you have a better life in the hereafter.’
Now most of you would be wondering about the last phrase. Why would a killer bless the killed? Why would the murderer pray for the victim? If this was an honor killing…But here is a twist you see. It was an honor killing but this time it was deserved.
Miriam Hassan, 21 years old, a daughter, a sister, a friend, was an assassin.
Sometimes things are not what they seem.