A Lesson in Vengeance

by Victoria Lee

I’m never tentative. I’m Felicity Morrow.

Ex scientia ultio. From knowledge comes vengeance.

And I can’t forget what Ellis wondered: whether the drive to murder sleeps quiet in all of us, if we’re all two steps away from the ledge, waiting for an excuse to throw out both hands and push.

But I am tired of being a good girl. I’m tired of obeying.

But bitch felt like a harsh word to apply to a girl who was fighting so hard to make space for herself in a world that didn’t want her.

But we were reckless, and as far as we had been concerned, we were immortal.

I want more, I suspect, than Ellis has the capacity to give.