(Image provided by Sephani Paige, original source unknown)
The world had fallen in thunder and ruin around her ears. How could she have been so blind?
She'd been charmed by those good looks and his ready wit, missing the vicious glint dancing in the depths of those unreadable black eyes. A mistake, and a nearly fatal one. Now she lay prostrate in the alleyway, clutching shreds of her clothing, bruised and torn, aching head whirling, his foul cum still leaking down her thighs.
A rumble overhead announced the gods weren't done fucking with her yet. Droplets of pain fell on her upturned face and danced staccato steps along her spine. They tore away, at last, the last remnants of self-control. Silently, she wept in tandem with the raindrops, wondering just how she could ever go back to her life after what had been done to her.
Your challenge for today was to use the picture above and write a flash fiction of 106-206 words. Additionally, I provided a key phrase I wanted to see used somewhere in the submission:
"...droplets of [[any noun you choose]]..."
Nobody's checking word counts, or for the key phrase, but you're only cheating yourself if you break the rules. Unless you're doing it to earn a spanking (in which case, see me after class).
Special Bonus Director's Commentary Track:
I don't know what it is about the new year that tends to make me melancholy. You'd think that it would be a time of happiness and rebirth for pretty much everyone concerned. So it is for most (and for me as well, this year), but for the life of me I just can't shake the deepening sadness that tends to creep over me for the last few days of the year and the first few of the new year (witness, for example, this piece that I wrote for New Year's last year). Maybe it's the result of having spent too many New Year's Eves alone with no one to kiss. Maybe it's the fact that I'm too damn introspective for my own good. Maybe I'm just depressive and need to snap the hell out of it. Maybe I'm just overanalyzing and I'll be right as a trivet again after I kill a few children and old ladies (as Stephen King would say). Maybe none of these.
Even without that, though, this picture would tend to make me sad. Try as I might, I couldn't turn it into anything happy; there's just something in her posture and the expression on her face (what little you can see of it) that says to me she's anything but happy. Maybe the rest of you had more luck with it.
In any case, I hope your own holidays and New Year's have been much more cheerful than this. As in the past couple weeks, there is no participants list this week as I am traveling for personal and business reasons. Look for a return to normality on Monday, when I will be returned from my travels and once again be collecting participant lists and leaving comments on everyone else's entries. There will probably be a more cheerful picture as well, to help wash the lingering bad taste of this little tale away. And, as always, if you have any photos or artwork you'd like to see in a future challenge, please send them my way. Thanks to Sephani Paige for this week's photo.