May 17, 2014 by Sez
She smashed when she hit the floor. Not a clean, solid break, fixable with superglue and a steady hand, but a starburst of shards. Rainbows of glaze among ceramic clouds, all spreading from the epicentre as though she had been packed with powerful explosives. It occurred to her that this seemed like overkill. She’d been dropped, that’s all. Nothing she hadn’t handled before: a few chips knocked off, here and there.
But somehow, this time, the fragility she’d always suspected betrayed itself and she came apart completely, knowing that she could never be repaired.
She’d have to become something new.