The Ravaging - The Ruination

He knew he was in trouble from the first taste. But, continued to indulge himself. The drought had passed. With his hydration, though, came a burning, yearning desire for more.

As Gray fell into a deep sleep, the kind he had missed, Dina stood over him. Her long, delicate red tresses stroked the sides of his face as she pressed her lips to his forehead. "Until tomorrow..." she said as she stood up, adjusted herself in the mirror and walked out of the room, the percussive sound of heels on wood filled the room.

"Dina?!"

Gray woke in a cold sweat. He had the dream again. The one he had every night for the last 10 years. Since the heist went wrong. It felt real. Every time. He missed her. Every night.

He quickly scanned the room. There was no sign of her. Of course there wasn't. Why would there be? Dina was long gone. He had made sure of that when he double-crossed Dina.

He loved Dina, but didn't want her to live a life on the run. His shrink told him the dreams were his guilt. That didn't explain the red hair on his bedside table.

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Author's Notes: So, four months ago, I published a poem called The Ravaging Ruination. In the comments section, one Cathy Holmes noted that "Dude! This is so cool. An entire story can be imagined here with your words being the names of chapters. I like it." and Heather Hubler also commented that "It felt like an entire story about the trials and tribulations of life. Loved the format. Concise. Loved it!"

So..in the interests of taking inspiration where I find it, I thought I would challenge myself a little for the Micro Heist Challenge.

This is Part 1.

For the record, I still intend on following up Cherry-Flavoured Betrayal, The Cerebral Heist and Late for the Heist - The Musical with other parts, but I want to see where this takes me.

Let me know what you think.

You can have a look at my work here.