No Forgiveness, No Death: Spec-Fic Genre Undetermined

[penthius]

Sorry is where the story ends, or so I always heard growing up. You say you're sorry, and they forgive you, and the haunting unease that has made it difficult to sleep, that rears its head and comes back to bother you in any still moment, is banished. I didn't know what to expect when I found her and said, "I'm sorry." I knew that I had committed a great crime against her people, and a sin against her personally. I think I more than half expected her to pull out that big shotgun she kept under the bar and kill me right then and there. I would have deserved it; there's no doubt of that. Instead, she looked at me long and hard, with all the pain that I'd known I'd see in her eyes. Sorry wasn't the end of this story. She didn't forgive me, and she didn't kill me. She sat down and told me a story, instead.

Inspiration: "Sorry Seems to Be the Hardest Word" - Ray Charles
Story Potential: High.
Notes: Interesting. It's one of those repentance and redemption stories. Those are interesting. I like it. Not much meat on this idea, more just that bit, but yeah, I like it.