Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and to Ted Strutz for the photo, whose efforts may be found here.
In My Arms
“T-There was moments d-during all this t-t-that I truly thought I-I-I’d m-make it back. I r-risked everything and anything, b-b-but…” he stammers as he looks towards the ground in awkward fashion.
She grips his hands tightly and squeezes them. “But you did, you did make it back.” she says as tears cascade down her cheeks.
He smiles faintly, “I-I-I did, did…” he says as he falls helplessly into her arms. Her eyes widen with terror as his flesh dissolves away until she is left cradling that remains of the man she loved, and her tears splash against the cold metal.
Thanks, there was so much going around in my head with this simplistic, yet deeply dense image. I almost sacrificed the vanity of the piece for dialogue, I’m so glad I didn’t.
The Twisted Roads To My Madness 
Excellent writing, Matthew. You didn’t shave any emotion away. You told your story very well through dialogue.
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You wrote this just right and my heart goes out to this android that used to be human — and to the person who has been waiting for him.
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Modern surgery in replacing human parts has gone too far, we need more emotional flesh and blood.
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Dear Matthew,
Touching and surprising story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks, there was so much going around in my head with this simplistic, yet deeply dense image. I almost sacrificed the vanity of the piece for dialogue, I’m so glad I didn’t.
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Well done. I had a lump in my throat while reading this.
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Thank you, I had so much dialogue in this one, that I ended up shaving so much of the emotion away. I’m happy that the core remained.
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