SPF – The Rapist

I was standing at the corner of 5th and Silver waiting for the walking light to turn green when I saw him. Him, the man that raped me three years ago. I felt the air rush out of my lungs and my heart beat furiously. I wanted to run and not let him see me, but the light turned green. I began walking in the crosswalk, keeping my head down, hoping he wouldn't see me. Suddenly, a power greater than me picked up my feet and legs and threw me in his direction.

“You bastard!” I slapped his face.

(100)

This is my 100 word submission for the challenge, Sunday Photo Fiction, kindly hosted by Al Forbes. Al provides us with a wonderful photo prompt and approximately 100-200 words with which we create our stories. It is fun and addicting and everyone is welcome to participate. If you would like more information, click HERE.

To read the other wonderful stories written by great creative writers, click HERE.

 

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52 thoughts on “SPF – The Rapist

  1. I was a little nervous when I saw the title, but boy, was I glad I read it when I got to the point where she slapped him. He deserves so much more, but he *definitely* deserved that — good for your heroine, to be so brave!

  2. This was so powerful PJ… I could feel that man being slapped by the girl…the story, language, setting all in perfect harmony! Kudos for your great story telling skills.

  3. Wonderful story, Joy! Her conscious mind was still in the timid and humiliated mode, but fortunately, her subconscious mind acted quickly and decisively with retribution. Of course, he certainly deserved more punishment than that, but it was a start! πŸ™‚

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