Storm

A 100 word story

Storm studied me, his green eyes framed in furry black, as I stared at the flames in the fireplace that echoed my burning anger.

How dare she betray me? Desecrate our home? And with that oaf?

My eyes fell to the poker, and I had a flash of wielding it. Saw my arms reach for it. My fingers wrap around it.

My god! Had I completely lost my moral compass?!

No. Revenge was a lie that led you to villainy.

Storm purred, rubbing my legs. I lifted him and left the hearth, cooler already, my arms full of faithful love.

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A story in 100 words, created for Day 23 of Bradley Ramsey’s The Halls of Pandemonium event.