This flash fiction was inspired by 30 Seconds to Mars’ song Search and Destroy (A Million Little Pieces). I entered it in a flash fiction comp but alas, it didn’t catch the judges’ eye. Not to worry, that’s why I have a blog. Maybe one of you peeps will like reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
A Million Little Pieces
She stood on the creaking deck of an ancient ferry. A million little pieces. Her hands tightened about the railing. Debris from black clouds, invisible in the night sky, stung her face. Which were tears and which were rain; she no longer knew. Closing her eyes, she tilted her face to the infinite space above. A million little pieces.
She imagined she felt his hands about her waist, grounding her as gusting tentacles attempted to carry her off. Where she once felt his warmth, an aching imprint of lost passion burned through her pores. She willed the rain to scour her skin, rip the veneer of lust away. Her emotions possessed a deep rich bouquet, each drop extracted, consumed, and refilled on his whim. What was left fermented in a glass vial where no one could see.
He didn’t want what little was left. He had gripped the neck of the vial, had smashed it with a confident yet negligent thrust of his arm. Her vessel had shattered into a million little pieces, and her essence trickled into the cracks between the timbers, washing from railing to railing with the roll of the sea. She wished to be free but knew she was weak. But so was he.
“Let me go.” Even as she spoke she sank into his arms.
He smiled and shook his head.
As he possessed her once again, each shard stabbed a little deeper, and she wept for the love that was anchored in his intense, dark waters. She escaped the only way she knew how: into the depths of him.
Hey Everyone! This week our wonderful guest, author Michelle Franco, went AWOL. The gorgeous lady thought the podcast was the day after, but never mind, we’re hauling her arse back on next week. In the meantime, to fill the void, Amber told me about her most embarrassing moment ever, in the history of her life, which occurred this week. Marie, our new friend from France read a poem of Ben Ditmars and we find out why you should always follow the instructions on the bottle of Veet men’s hair removal cream. Join the girls who love to laugh.
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Hello, how is everyone? Today I’m talking about takeaway food, you know, the sort that is prepared and cooked by somebody else, in a place you have no control over. How safe is it to eat takeaway or café food? How do you pick where it is safe to eat? I’m not too sure, and if my experiences are anything to go by, I’m not great at picking.
One day at work I was contemplating what to get for lunch, as you do, and after much consideration I picked a small Asian food place that I had never gotten food from before. I think I had been turned off by the orange bird carcasses hanging from hooks in the window, but they had been marinated and I knew they were supposed to taste sweet and savoury, something that can be quite yummy. Bird carcasses aside I went in and ordered…
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Today for episode 38, Susan May, author, movie and book reviewer extraordinaire, gave us the lowdown on JK Rowling’s new book The Casual Vacancy. We also discussed which movies to see and which to avoid. Amber’s a bit sick so she was unusually quiet until she voiced her objection to doing ‘Days of the Week’—she sure expended some energy then. Susan’s a friendly Aussie who had us laughing, but don’t ever ask her to mind your pets ;). Please join us for the usual laughs and some unusual ones.