Revenge. Short Story.

Weekend went well, pizza was delicious and nobody was poisoned so win-win!

Was a pretty fun night over all, ate some delicious food and caught up with friends.

Plus, bonus, there’s left over pizza dough for dinner again tonight!

Hope everyone’s weekend went well!

On with the show!


Jenny didn’t have a lot of time left, but that was ok, she wasn’t worried. Everything would be in place when the time came. She took a brief break to get her breath back, then she started working again. She was so tired lately and everything seemed to exhaust her, not that that was any great surprise. She had been expecting that to happen for a while. She would get through it though, she’d persevere like she’d always done before and when she was finished she could sit and relax.

The diagnosis had come almost a year ago, cancer, terminal. There was nothing they could do. She remembered that day well. She spent a few hours in a daze, then she had to go through the arduous process of actually telling people, which was almost like being told all over again. She told Todd first, then she moved onto her parents, then siblings and finally friends. When the day was over she was exhausted and her eyes stung from all the crying. Everyone tried to be supportive, they were good people. Every last one of them. Well, except Todd, but Jenny didn’t blame him. How could she? A few days after the news had sunk in she sat him down.

They sat in their kitchen, sipping coffee, he had dark bags under his eyes, he hadn’t been sleeping, neither had she. She took a sip of her coffee, then said it.
“I’m breaking up with you.”
He looked confused and hurt, but she thought she saw relief in there. Had she thought of this before she would have done it before giving him the news, but it was too late to go back and change it.
“Now, I’m willing to get back together but I want you to think about it first. No rash decisions. I don’t want you chained to me for the next year, watching me deteriorate, if you want to be there, I will be happy, but if you don’t I understand. Tell everyone that I broke up with you, that I refuse to get back together, I’ll say the same. No one will know but us, no one will blame you.”
A small part of her was hurt when he didn’t instantly beg to get back together, but she had already set things in motion, all she could do was wait.
He thought about it for three entire days. Through that time they talked, a lot. The night before his decision they’d made love one last time. Then, he was out of her life forever. She didn’t blame him though, it was her idea. The hard part was listening to her friends and family trying to talk her out of it. She wanted Todd to be free, to be happy. Todd’s mother had even rang her, told her that Todd was going to propose before the news, that he was still going to, once everything settled down, she should take him back. That wasn’t a fun conversation. Todd’s mother understood, but it didn’t make her respect the decision any more. Two weeks of dodging her phone calls was not how she wanted to spend her time. In the end she had rung Todd and told him that if his mother didn’t stop, she wouldn’t lie about what happened, she’d tell them the truth and that he walked away. It was cruel and manipulative, but the phone calls stopped.

The months after were a blur of treatments and well wishers, but as time went on, more people began to fade away, soon she was down to a small handful of people. Jenny made sure she didn’t bother them, didn’t make herself too much of an imposition. Of her original friends, only four remained. The others had just drifted off slowly. Jenny didn’t know if it was intention on their part or not. She tried to reconnect once or twice, but it had been a failure every time. She didn’t like the way they looked at her now, with sad, tear filled eyes. She wasn’t dead yet, but they couldn’t seem to see that.

She was let go two weeks after her cancer diagnosis. She had tried to sue her old work place, after all it was their fault that she ended up in this position. There were no safety measures in place. She had spent all day inhaling toxic fumes without any masks or equipment. It was their fault. She had taken them to court, but they just threw lawyers at her. She wouldn’t have survived long enough to get justice. Her family said they’d keep fighting, but in the end she knew they’d get very little. For a while she had hoped that maybe the company would settle, avoid the bad publicity, but they didn’t care. And so she sat and suffered and found herself in a growing pile of debt. She was thankful that it would die with her, that her family would be saddled with any bills. It was getting close to the end now. She had already written out final letters to her friends and family, explaining how grateful she was for their presence.

There were a few, final letters that were mailed out, they’d be reaching their destinations either later in the morning, or at some point the next day. She wondered what would happen then. She placed the last one down, then sat against the wall, she felt like having a nap, but there wasn’t time now. She had researched how to make these online, but she wasn’t sure she fully trusted everything. Jenny wasn’t entirely sure how large the explosion would be, but she didn’t think it would cause too much damage to the surrounding area. It was still very, very early. The building was empty, no one would be in for hours. There were no houses nearby, she had done everything possible to minimise the chance that someone else would die.

They had taken her life from her, so she was going to take out their factory. It wouldn’t be a huge blow to them financially, but she knew that blowback would be bad. Probably for her too. No doubt they’d try to paint her as a demon, but she had been very clear in her letters, copies of which were mailed to several papers and news stations.

Jenny looked at her watch, the timers would all go off in five minutes. She had time to get away, but she didn’t want to. She wanted the pain to end, she wanted to go out on her terms.

She wanted to go out in a blaze of glory.


About Alan James Keogh

I am a 26 year old writer who somehow tricked U.C.D. into giving me not only a degree in English and Classical studies, but an Hons Masters in Creative Writing too. Visit my blog where I post short stories twice a week (Monday and Wednesday) and an installment of a serialised novel on Fridays. I did consider writing this in the third person, as though it was written by someone else, but Alan is not comfortable writing in the third person as it seems kinda creepy and unbalanced so Alan decided it was probably best to write in the first person. He hopes it went well for him.
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2 Responses to Revenge. Short Story.

  1. Harliqueen says:

    What a powerful piece! Really well written 🙂

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