Break

He watched the glass spray across the floor. Shimmering little shards, dancing across the hardwood floor. Sparkling, gleaming, ruby red; residue pinot noir dripping off their jagged edges. He stared, transfixed; memories of another night filling his empty eyes. That night so long ago, when the glasses fell. The plates shattered and the saucers cracked. 

He watched his life break before his eyes, like the porcelain and crystal against the walls. Long ago. So long ago. Things were different now. Things had changed; he had changed them. They thought he would die, they damned him, all of them. Hah! He showed them. He rose again. From the ashes, he rose. 

They found him beneath the broken dishes, under the splattered glass. It was crusted in his hair, in his skin. Blood dried over like a crudely drawn blanket. They found his blood, the floor's blanket; shards made up delicate patterns. He would never make it, they said. He was barely alive. His heart barely beat under the layers of frayed skin and debris. His broken hand reached out over the carnage and grabbed them. He clenched and groaned. He was alive. He was still alive. 

Long ago, so long ago, and yet here he was again in the same room, watching the shards spread across the dusty floor. A slow smile cracked his face as the stem came to rest in a corner across the room. Slowly, he stepped over the bits and fragments, and picked up the glass stem. He clenched it in his hand, much has he had clenched his saviors so long ago. His life had shattered. Everything broke. Everything but... 

He grasped the stem. He would never break.

Reviews

[darknewday]

The only thing that I would change is using the word floor twice and so close together. the hardwood seem's sufficient to me. I always enjoy reading you, but always feel inhibited to give criticism on xanga. I hope I don't offend you.

[Alphachad]

11 views, not one comment on how badass this story is. Shame on them. Intense and thought provoking flash fictions. They rock my world. Thanks for sharing, your evil hotness.