Monday Motivations

A lot of you said last week’s challenge had you stumped, so here’s an easier one to gently guide you into the week:

Write a poem or story on the following prompt:

Revenge

Here is your challenge from last week:

And to think he’d thought it was a bomb. No, it was something far worse.

I’m keeping Rajiv Chopra on his toes, in his Mary Jane series, but he didn’t let me down and came up with something excellent. I love the last line:

His knees seemed to creak as he rose. Damn, he thought. I ain’t old, so why do these bloody things creak? It had to be all the injuries he had been through. But he, The Joker, was indestructible. How could his knees creak? Damn. Damn, damn and damnation. He was becoming predictable, and this could not be allowed. That damn Batman. He thought that he, The Joker, did not know about him and Harley? Why, it was he who had planted Harley in Batman’s bed, with the view to eventually duping him. But she – she – faithless woman that she was, had decided to run off with Mary Jane.

A month had passed, and they had made progress. They seemed to have arrived at a place where the two women had been. Yes, they were on the trail.

They arrived at a hotel, and walked to the reception. A box was waiting for him. He grabbed it and, walked out into the dark night, to look inside. But wait. Maybe, a bomb was inside. No. She would not do that to him. Would she?

He opened it. And to think he’d thought it was a bomb. No, it was something far worse. The joke seemed to be on him. The Joker screamed into the dark, and the passers by thought that they saw a crazy man, with a red mouth and white, pasty face screaming with laughter.

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