A Billion Tiny Pieces Made into a Woman

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Squeezing her eyes shut as tight as she could, she worked herself into a frenzy. I wished above all to see the images in her mind; to understand where she went when the lights went out. If she desired, she could read my words, but I had no way of knowing where her dreams took her unless she told me herself. This was something she rarely did, as Meeko was even more close-mouthed than me if you can imagine such a thing. She kept it all in, but there were times like these when the light shone through the cracks, and such slithers were blinding. Kicking her legs as my right hand wrapped around her ankle, I gazed at her real mouth and then the mouth she painted with lipstick. It was bright red and smeared across her chin like the colour of love.

“What do you see, Meeko?”

Grinding her teeth as if in pain, she seemed to be possessed.

“Where are you?” I pushed.

Turning her head to one side, a growl worked its way up from her belly before crawling from her mouth. It came out in a bubble of saliva, and when the bubble popped, the sound gave me shivers. It was feral; as feral as her love.

“I see ships but no sea,” she said. Her voice was raspy but calm.

“What else?” I asked.

Turning her head to the other side, she slid her fingers in and thrusted her hips. It was something she did when she was angry. A subconscious act carried over from childhood.

“There are tall trees blowing in the wind, and animals moving through the blades of grass that bend this way and that, and yet the animals are made of clouds, and so am I.”

Baring her teeth, she twitched her nose as the smell of chicken wafted through the window. It was that time of the day when the fast-food restaurants and street stalls opened, and soon enough, our apartment would be rife with the smell of fried delights.

“I’m dead and yet I live” she continued, “I’m not here, but I don’t know where else I could be. Two minds but one form. The past, somewhere in the past, but the past is inside the present. There are ghosts, many ghosts. The sun shines, and I’m part of all things. A billion tiny pieces made into a woman, and yet I’m not a woman. Not anymore. I’m changing into something else. I’m bigger. I keep getting bigger—the ocean. I can’t see the ocean because it’s inside of me. You heard it too. I feel unreal. There are two versions of me, and I’m not sure which one is the one that’s me.”

Shaking her head, the beads of sweat dripped from her body, soaking the dirty bedsheets beneath. Opening her left eye and then her right, she gazed at me as if waking from a dream.

“Come to me,” she said.

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7 replies »

  1. I think I need to go back one of these days to see how you got to this brilliant scene. I loved Meeko’s vision.

    During my first year in Athens, i lived above a souvlaki shop. In the afternoon, my apartment would smell of meat, fries and pitta. No resisting this thing.

    • I’ve never had souvlaki. There’s one in London I pass from time to time and one day I will go in. I know I’ll be in for a treat.

      I shall think about Meeko while I’m eating and imagine what she’d be eyeing up on the menu x

      • Hmm… Either something very simple, like pork skewers, or the standard gyros. That is slices of pork wrapped in pitta, with tomato, onions, fries and tzatziki or cheese salad (which is actually a spread). Tzatziki is also a spread or dip, made of yoghurt, cucumber and garlic. I usually prefer the cheese salad.

        The fries were good, but the fish had this amazing, crispy and slightly fragrant crust. A masterpiece!

      • When I do eventually go to this place, I shall take pictures of the food and the menu and show them to you. I’d like to hear your opinions of whether or not it seems the real deal.

        I’ve never been to a bad fish and chip shop (we sometimes call them ‘chippys’) but there are a lot of average ones. The best are by the coast. The fish tastes fresher, and they take a more specialist approach to everything.

      • Sure, do that! I am curious to see what it looks like.Souvlaki can range from excellent, to average, to bad.

        Fresh fish is among the best things to eat. Better than meat in many cases. Seafood in general — I love calamari.

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