The Space in Between


Madam Moira glanced at the senator; pointed to the rock on the table before her, long and flat. “Some people like the mortar and pestle. I prefer stone.”

Why?” Humor the woman.

I like to feel the moment the essence is broken.”

Essence?” Nutcase.

Everyone's made of it.”

The soul, you mean.”


Call it what you will.” She extended her right arm, index finger and thumb poised as if to pluck. When she reached his heart, she closed in upon empty space; drew her finger and thumb inward; mimed tugging.

I almost felt that.” The senator laughed.

Moira held the empty space to the light, pretending to examine it. She placed the essence upon the rock; took another stone; brought it down on top. He noticed there was a little space between the rocks as she twisted and turned and pushed. She closed her eyes with exertion. Sweat beaded upon her forehead.

What's the goal here?” Why had his wife sent him?

To crush the essence.”

You want to destroy my soul?”

Your job has already done that.” As she replied, the two rocks met.

Your rocks. There's no space between them anymore.”

She opened her eyes; smiled broadly. “Your essence is destroyed.”

Suddenly the senator felt a wave of fear. There was some tingling where Moira had extracted the invisible thing. “What happens now?”

A little pain. A little sadness. And then, you'll disappear.”

Help me,” he said. “I'll pay anything. I'll do anything.”

From behind Moira, a curtain opened, revealing a laughing cameraman. “Got it all on tape.”

Moira narrowed her eyes.“You vote for that bill and this video will make the eleven o'clock news.”

Why you're...”

Just trying to survive, senator.” She left the tent with the cameraman.

The senator sat in silence, fingering the invisible essence on the stone before him. He wondered what he was made of and whether he'd been destroyed.


This was written for this week's Trifecta Writing Challenge. The word was crush.


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Writing in the Margins, Bursting at the Seams: The Space in Between

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

The Space in Between


Madam Moira glanced at the senator; pointed to the rock on the table before her, long and flat. “Some people like the mortar and pestle. I prefer stone.”

Why?” Humor the woman.

I like to feel the moment the essence is broken.”

Essence?” Nutcase.

Everyone's made of it.”

The soul, you mean.”


Call it what you will.” She extended her right arm, index finger and thumb poised as if to pluck. When she reached his heart, she closed in upon empty space; drew her finger and thumb inward; mimed tugging.

I almost felt that.” The senator laughed.

Moira held the empty space to the light, pretending to examine it. She placed the essence upon the rock; took another stone; brought it down on top. He noticed there was a little space between the rocks as she twisted and turned and pushed. She closed her eyes with exertion. Sweat beaded upon her forehead.

What's the goal here?” Why had his wife sent him?

To crush the essence.”

You want to destroy my soul?”

Your job has already done that.” As she replied, the two rocks met.

Your rocks. There's no space between them anymore.”

She opened her eyes; smiled broadly. “Your essence is destroyed.”

Suddenly the senator felt a wave of fear. There was some tingling where Moira had extracted the invisible thing. “What happens now?”

A little pain. A little sadness. And then, you'll disappear.”

Help me,” he said. “I'll pay anything. I'll do anything.”

From behind Moira, a curtain opened, revealing a laughing cameraman. “Got it all on tape.”

Moira narrowed her eyes.“You vote for that bill and this video will make the eleven o'clock news.”

Why you're...”

Just trying to survive, senator.” She left the tent with the cameraman.

The senator sat in silence, fingering the invisible essence on the stone before him. He wondered what he was made of and whether he'd been destroyed.


This was written for this week's Trifecta Writing Challenge. The word was crush.


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10 Comments:

At December 5, 2012 at 3:05 PM , Anonymous Lance said...

Very "of the times" and the dialogue carries the whole piece. I like how you played rocks with the soul concerning the word. Your usual excellent prose, kelly. You crushed this.

 
At December 5, 2012 at 5:21 PM , Anonymous rashmenon said...

niice; you are a truly skilled story-teller

 
At December 5, 2012 at 6:39 PM , Blogger Ruby Manchanda said...

Superb writing.

 
At December 6, 2012 at 7:06 AM , Blogger j umbaugh said...

WOW do you have diverse writing skills, but one thing in common... it holds the readers interest!

 
At December 6, 2012 at 10:36 AM , Blogger Bo said...

Brilliant!

 
At December 6, 2012 at 10:42 AM , OpenID goneforawalk said...

I love that, after all that suspence, that "tingle when she tugged", she's just blackmailing him. What are you made of, senator?

 
At December 6, 2012 at 12:19 PM , OpenID Annabelle said...

I love the uncertainty here that lingers even after it becomes clear that she's blackmailing him; this took a very unexpected turn! Nice work as always.

 
At December 6, 2012 at 8:22 PM , Blogger Draug said...

I like this! A very unique take on the prompt. (:

 
At December 6, 2012 at 8:22 PM , OpenID jannatwrites said...

Love your creative take on this one. (I laughed at the line about his job already destroying his soul.)

 
At December 8, 2012 at 10:17 AM , Blogger Andrea said...

Awesome!

 

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