for Sunday Photo Fiction which is hosted by Donna McNicol
Try as you might sir, we are not fooled by your guise. ‘Tis you, as certain as ’tis day. For ‘twas you that laid the straw, that strewed the combustive liquid. You that set the fire this Spring past, was it not, sir? Was…it…not?
Poor Ned still bears the scars of that dreadful day. Though smitten by your jagged rock then gagged and bound, he writhed free. Champion though he be, he had not the means to quench the gambolling flames that cruelly robbed him of his dwelling place, his wife, and his beloved offspring.
You imagined we would not discern you, sir, did you not? How wrong could you have been? For you, despicable sir, the nethermost depths of your repugnant basket are reached. ‘Tis I who will strike the final blow, sir, ’tis I.
Take this…..sir!
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Keith's Ramblings 
Oh my! Sounds like the receiver of this justice deserved it indeed!
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I think he did! Thanks so much for dropping by.
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Lovely choice of words!
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Thanks so much.
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Oh my!! Justice served in times past…well done, sir, well done!
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More so then than now I sometimes think! Thanks Donna
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Sometimes people do get their just deserts. No one should be allowed to get away with such a crime. Well told!
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Absolutely! Cheers Mimi
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Poor Ned, he had to go through all this atrocity.
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Alas, he did. Thank you Abhijit
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