STORY STARTER
Submitetd by Jewelie Rain
“I want to be complete, not perfect.”
Write a story which ends with this line.
Sewn
"Do it," I urge the looming figure over me. My voice sounds hoarse from disuse. My vocal chords are new, afterall. New to me that is. My lips and tongue feel thick and stubborn, not wanting to move in the way I wish. I'll get better at it, I tell myself. They're probably still swollen from surgery.
The haze of narcotics washes over me as I struggle to relay my frantic desire to be finished. The figure above me, clad in white rubber from head to toe has been accommodating, to be sure. I wouldn't have any of my parts without him. Or her. I have yet to hear them speak. I hope ears come next.
The eyes have always been mine. Clear, 20/20 vision, thank you very much. THOSE are perfect. And the ol' noodle is original too. Everything from nose to noggin had survived the crash. Everything else has come afterward, attached haphazardly like so many trailing dogs on leashes. Sewn together with coarse thread, a hope and a prayer, wham bam thank you ma'am.
The figure hesitates and I try to mutter, "do it!" Again. Maybe I should have added a please.
I may be a monster, but I'm nothing but polite. I'm grateful for the work The Figure has invested in me. My new parts may be swollen, raw, mismatched and a complex array of colors, but I'm content. Soon I'll be complete. And then- my revenge.
I want to be complete, not perfect.