Pictures of Broken Things

A super short story.

   The platter was splinters under the cupboards, chips against the wall, white arrow heads and jagged edged daggers spreading out from where he stood; bare foot.  The room had softly, quickly shrugged off the clap and crash of the platters end.


   Now was the moment.


   Now, he stood, one eye down, seeing the star burst pattern of the broken thing.  The large parts, close to his toes.  Chips the size of ... something...  corn flakes, further out.
And slivers. Thin blades scattered into dark places, waiting for...


 Flesh.


 He twisted around... Oh!  The floor behind him; he had cast a shadow.
 To the sides of his heals, bits of the platter lay, but behind him, the floor was clear.  Clean.


 Now, the moment next.


 It wasn't the platter any more.  It was memories, snapping threads, letting loose of kites.  Dandelion seeds floating away, carrying... what?

 The standing.  The holding of things.  The... thing...?


 Thing...?


 Strange, almost a thought... that he was going... somewhere. 


  Down.


 To his knees.  To the broken thing at his feet.  To his broken knees. 
Down and bowing to the corn... um, chips; burning in to him.

 
 Burned.


 In the soft quiet, after the shattered, the fallen, the broken thing; from another room...


 "Dad?"







 

  

    

Author's Note

Super short story.

Reviews

[RomaJ]

Well this was interesting. Sounds like he was snacking in the middle the night and forgot to turn on the lights
haha wonderful write. Thanks for sharing this.

[g d chalupsky]

Thank you.

I am using this site, in part, as a notebook. I sit at the keyboard, pick a word at random (in this case the word was "platter"), and put something down quickly.

I chose the kitchen as the scene; it is the natural habitat of a platter. I put a dude in the kitchen and I gave him a stroke.

This is a branch to whittle on for a while, not a finished walking stick.

Thanks again for taking the time to read AND leave a comment; an animal more elusive than the double-horned unicorn.

[RomaJ]

A stroke? I can see it now. Very deep.
You're an amazing writer and I look forward to reading more from you soon.