Icy stalactites hung from the ceiling of the devastated room like jagged teeth ready to devour. She stepped over the frozen debris—bricks crushed into frosty cubes, a lone chair wheel spinning aimlessly—and approached her ex-lover pinned to the wall. An icicle jutted out from each of his shoulders.
“Oh honey, I was always the stronger one.” She cupped air in her palms and turned her wrists outward. Her ex-lover screamed as the icicles twisted further into his flesh.
“But you let your jealousy win. You had to be the powerful one.” Another twist as his screams echoed off the cold walls.
“Honey, let me show you true power.”
© Jade M. Wong 2017
A late submission for Friday Fictioneers because I didn’t finish it last week. Word Count: 110.
And so we finish the story of our badass heroine. Hope it was worth the wait!