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Drenched in the downpour
He crouched at the centre of the ancient henge
He mate, his partner, his wife bleeding and leaking out her life
His teeth clenched, his emotions wrenched, his heart in pain
From the wedge that hammered harder than the rain
He vowed – he pledged – with words hatred-entrenched
He would drive her killer to the edge
Every wilding river dredged
He’d not once rest till he had his revenge.
72 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Revenge
crispina kemp 
Oh such a moving story
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Thank you. I really don’t know what inspired it…apart from the word 😊
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You’re welcome ☺️
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😊
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💕
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This story, like revenge, is sweet.
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Thank you, Ron. It flowed, I can say no more than that 😊
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Wonderfully savage. Loved it.
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Thank you, Matthew. Sometimes words flow… 😊
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Amazing as always,very well done
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Thank you, Frank. As usual on a Saturday morning the words just spilled out of my head. But I am especially pleased with this one 😊
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Ooohhh… I hope he can keep a cool enough head whilst revenging his wife’s murder… Well done, Madame!
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Thank you, Dale. I seem to be improving as a poet! 😊
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You’re doing more than well, I say !
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Thank you. It’s only good if I don’t try! 😊
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Haha! I know what you mean!
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Yep!
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ooohhhh chills! *shudder*
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Well, sometimes we have to move away from cutesy and comedic 😊
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Excellent, Crispina.
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Thank you, Bill. I don’t know what happens inside my head, but sometimes my fingers tap out pieces like this! 😊
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