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Friday, February 18, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday 2-18-11: "...And When She Falleth"

(Image source unknown, but it just begs to be called "Precipice". Photo this week provided by Lexi.)

She stood on the edge, looking down into emptiness. The wind sliced her to the bone, carved her up in shivering chunks and left her spread over the landscape.

Such a long way to fall. She tightened her hold on identity, grasping for the shreds of sanity that he'd left her. She tilted her head, staring down still, poised on the precipice of her own making....

….and fell.

Fell screaming, calling out his name, body dissolving in a rush and whirl of light and sound and heat. Plummeted, still calling his name as she sundered and burst from within.

Afterward, she lay clasped in his embrace, listening to thunder within. Silent tears trickled forth unfelt.

“I've never seen you let go like that,” he whispered. “I feel humbled.”

She rolled into him, clutching him tighter. “Hold me,” was her only answer.

Your challenge for today was to use the picture above and write a flash fiction of 115-148 words. Additionally, I provided a key phrase I wanted to see used somewhere in the submission:

"...poised on the precipice..."

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:

This pic was dark and turbulent but it was nevertheless arresting enough to practically leap off the screen at me when Lexi sent it my way. There was really no other possible choice for this particular week.

I made a conscious effort to take the darkness shown here and spin it another way. One of my ex-lovers used to keep very tight control over herself when we were making love; she would enjoy it, but would never really let go enough to fully experience the pleasure we were creating. Then one day she really did let go, and damn near cracked a window with her shriek of ecstasy when I sent her over the edge with mouth, fingers and tongue. The aftermath transpired a bit like this story -- me, astonished and humbled by the power of her release, and she almost crying with the relief of tension and deliberate release of control. There were many more orgasms after that one, but none that quite matched that one exquisite moment. Even now, I remember it (and her) fondly.

Please note that this week, as with the last couple weeks, I am trying something different with the participants list. If you are playing along this week, please leave your link below. It will appear in the text of the post itself, not in the comments, so everyone that's playing will be listed here. This frees me from having to chase people down to find out if they're playing or update the Friday post several times for late entries. We'll see how this works out.

In any case, the participants list is below. Go check them out, and thanks to all who played along.

Check back here on Monday for the next challenge! And if you have any photos or artwork you'd like to see in a future challenge, please send them my way. Thanks to Lexi for providing this week's (plus a few others which I may use later on).

-- PB


Advizor54 said...

That inability to let go holds many of us back from really enjoying not just sex, but life itself. W are always holding something back and it deadens us to what should really feel.

And thanks to Lexi for a great picture.

France said...

Letting go, surrendering to the moment often feels like a free fall. It's an amazing feeling though!

Loved your FFF very much, PB.

David said...

Excellent interpretation of the image, very well done!! Bravo!

Oversexed Librarian said...

Great take, PB. I've noted that many of us interpret the images you share in a very direct, concrete manner in our FFF submissions. This one lends itself nicely to a more metaphorical take. Well done. I especially like the way you make the violence of her metaphorical fall melt into a tender post-coital denouement.

Anonymous said...

loved this interpretation. loved the ending, especially. i echo david. bravo!

Naughty Lexi said...

I am exceedingly glad you went this way, because between me and Advizor it seemed like enough darkness, thank you kindly. The metaphor just screams out to be used, and you used it like nobody else. The imagery of the first paragraph is just gorgeous.

Anonymous said...

Whoa! That was magnificent Panser!!!! Beautiful play.

Anonymous said...

I felt like you could see inside some of my memories with this one. That's just exactly how it can feel -- like a free fall. And then after... just needing to be held so that you don't float away from the intensity of it all.