My Strange Stories II

May 28th, 2010

“Wrath”

And there was he. In his cell trembling of cold, looking the thick fog and regretting what he did.

“He was my friend. I can’t believe what I did only for wrath, envy, ambition. Only for a barrel of wine and a woolen jacket…” He shocked his head trying not to think about that.

Every time when he let his mind think about that he felt as boiled as a potato. It made him absolutely unhappy and extremely misery. Also guilty.

Every down, when he opened his eyes, he begged it was a lie. He begged, in his mind, for other fate. He shall be tolerant and wait. No. He must. He must wait for an explanation of him, but he didn’t wait. He must avoid the bad comments others said about his friend. He should have understood that they only wanted to poke the fire between the two.

There was only one phrase said, “He’s deceiving you.” And the little spark turned in a gigantic bonfire. And the evasions of his friend added coal to it.

“- Humbug! –muttered him frowning –you’re such a liar and you will pay it to me!”

Certainly, if he would have held his temper, nothing would have happened. But unfortunately he was not that kind of person. And he will never be. Not anymore.