Haibun Thinking: Scream

Maria called off her wedding when she found her fiancé in bed with the stripper from her bachelorette party—the male stripper. Her maid of honor took her to the bar where she cried tears of alcohol into shot glasses.

A man with curly, red hair and pale skin invited her to dance when her yes’s began to slur. She hung on his arm and leaned into his body. He made no secret that his pants were too tight at the crotch.

Maria’s maid of honor left in a cab, assumed she was safe. The redhead promised to take Maria home—she was too inebriated to recognize street routes.

She blacked out and awoke nude in a strange bed. Above the headboard, posted on the wall, an image of a man against a background of tumultuous red and orange, a look of terror on his face.

The redhead emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. Maria saw the smirk on his face and remembered something he whispered to her on the dance floor. “I want to make you scream.”

Screams of passion, pain
indecipherable
voices in one bed.

—Nortina


This is part of Haibun Thinking: write a piece of fiction or a memory finishing with a haiku style poem based on the prompt.

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