I chased him for 15 years, through mountains and valleys, through rain and shine. Now that he is dead, I should feel victorious. It was my bullet after all. But I saw something in his eyes as he was falling… his lips had curled into a smile just before the bullet hit him. As if he was telling me that I could not have caught him against his will.
At that instant, the rascal robbed me of my moment. And I wonder to this day, 5 years past, what he could have been thinking. I wish he came back from the dead to tell me.
This is my first entry for Voice Week 2012.
Voice week is a writing challenge hosted by BeKindReWrite to experiment with different voices. It’s the same story told from different points of view.
All my attempts are based on constant premise and characters, with only the perspective of the protagonist as variables. Based on the temperament of the protagonist, the tone of narration as well as his feelings towards his adversary change.
There will be 5 installments coming, one each day, from Oct 1st till Oct 5th.
I am loving this! 🙂