Girl and Robot

This is an expanded writing drill I had at a local’s writing club. The goal was to start at the middle, it was a bit confusing what particularity this was but I took it as the moment when all the emotions come out. It’s not polished to a publisher level but I like the overall feel it gives off at its current level. I’ve also noticed a tendency for me to have ‘sexy’ or unnerving scene’s pretty sure you’ll recognize the scene I’m talking about. (Or I’m just over thinking things, one of the two)

My tears melt with the rain their warm drops falling long my cheek. I wipe my denim jacket across my face, scrunching my face behind it.
His iron hands. Now soiled. Hold my hand. Encompassing my heart. “It’s ok,” I say wrapping my hand across his finger, water dripping from the rivets that punch through his knuckles.

“Are we evil?” Z asks.

“Don’t care,” I say sinking to his side, “not one bit,” I say, reaching my hand up his chipped arm, bits of rust growing along the cut steel, “Hold me.”

Z cradles this bag of trash and bone’s leaning over my drizzled clothes, finger held between my hands. “Thank you,” I say meeting his piercing green eyes, two dots on a military tan visor.

“What now” he asks as I snuggle up to his core. The pulse of plasma running from servo to servo laying my mind to a rest softer than justice, than this torture of revenge.

“Together forever and ever, ” I whisper.

“Till death do us part,” Z says cuddling me.

” Not for us,” I say, rain clicking against his olive green plates, ” we’ll live forever big guy till the stars die, and everything stops, then, when it finally stops hurting we’ll dance around and around, till we can’t stand dancing.”

“Forever and ever.”

“Right on,” I say, the whine of servos filling my failing consciousness, steely fingers brushing past my pixy cut hair, tickling the peach fuzz that surrounds the drooping tail that slopes down my bushy brows, tracing along the bridge my nose. I feel my bare skin against the stale heat of my room as one soggy piece of clothing follows the next, peeling back bare white skin, the patting of a towel drying the sweat and tears that cling to me. My sheets tucking beneath my chin with the the slight groan of servos.

“Night Z.”

“Good night, ” he replies cupping my hand, his jagged hands easing my broken heart, I roll over, something deeper than I could see or feel breaking, letting joy fly from my treasure chest, rolling across my cheeks in bubbles of rain.

“Together,”

“Forever and ever.”