She bounced vigorously, her hands in his as he jerked her down to meet every upward thrust.  Her stringy black hair flailed as she undulated on him, her moans stifled by the music blasting on the stereo.

She thrashed as she climaxed, mouth frozen open as though screaming.  Then she floated off his cock, coming to rest sitting cross-legged in the air above the bed.  He looked up in wonder as the walls came to life, drops of paint transforming into balloons that swarmed like hornets.

He remembered the crystalline powder that had earlier gone up his nose, and swore to kick Ketamine. (103)

-Jack

Behind the Scenes:

Owing to a busier schedule than usual, I checked for this week’s prompt on Tuesday and didn’t get around to writing my story until Thursday evening.  Maybe it’s the cynic in me, but the first thing that came to mind when I saw the prompt picture was drugs.  I’m sure there are many alternative interpretations that do not involve chemical enhancement, and I look forward to seeing what my fellow bloggers come up with; but all I could think of was that this was how one character in the story viewed another, likely while on acid.

The required word this  week was “crystalline”.  As I don’t use drugs – well, not illegal ones, anyway – I had to do a little research to find a drug that comes in powedered form, specifically a powder that could be described as crystalline; and that included hallucinations among its short-term effects.  Ketamine was the first one I came across that fit the criteria.

It’s worth noting that this is the first Flash Fiction Friday prompt I’ve completed that featured a non-photographic picture.

Deleted Scenes:

As this week’s word limit maxed out at 105, there were a few minor details that had to be omitted.  Most of these details would have concerned the woman and would have hinted at her being a drug user (or at the least would have suggested her poor physical health).  One passage described her “sullen breasts, almost yellow with disrepair”.  Another would have mentioned her bad skin.  Her hair was at one point described as “greasy”, but as mention of her ill health was abandoned, I chose to describe it as “stringy” instead.  Beyond this, the only other omissions were descriptors and other elaborations that simply did not fit.

Soundtrack:

During the sex scene, I like something fast-paced such as Thin Lizzy’s Opium Trail.  However, the hallucination sequence suggests something slower, perhaps even dreamy.  Just Like Honey, by The Jesus and Mary Train, comes to mind.

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