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Tonight, Ruby relates a short tale of love and loss.
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097 - Ruby Departed: Crash, Part 1 of 1
[music] Welcome to FlashPulp episode 97. Tonight, we present Ruby Departed Crash, Part 1 of 1. This week's episodes are brought to you by the art of www.supermonged.com. Have you ever seen Jungle Vixens fighting the evils of the Lord of the Undead Dracula? Well, now you can. Find Monge's work as well as Prince to Purchase at http colon slash slash supermonged.com. [music] Sunday, it blew me, my hours are stumbled, here is the shadows I live with are stumbled. [music] FlashPulp is an experiment in broadcasting fresh pulp stories in the modern age. Three to ten minutes of fiction brought to you Monday, Wednesday, and Friday evenings. Tonight, Ruby relates a tale of love and loss. Ruby Departed Crash, Part 1 of 1. Written by JRD Skinner, Art and narration by Opoponax, an audio produced by Jessica May. [music] He was staring at her most of the afternoon, just watching her lie there, waiting for her to get up. It was an obviously uncomfortable position to be in, but after a few moments of trying to shift, he'd surrendered himself to simply wait. The wind plucked at her t-shirt, too midriffy for polite society, and occasionally strands of her bleached hair would drift up and over the arm of the lounge chair across which she was sprawled. Their entrance had been spectacular. The lot three places down had been digging a pool in the backyard, and the unmoved dirt was just sitting there by the fence edge like a hillbilly dream. They'd kept up their speed by luck or force, and their Dodge Charger hit the slope with a go-teed bald guy rolling off the passenger side window. They cleared the white pickets with muck spitting from their tires in a cluster of restless shamblers trailing in their wake. It was the landing that poached them. The Charger had left the pile a little to the right, and, as the nose came down, the front hit hard. Worse, they hadn't seen the pool that had caused the envious neighbors on the corner to dig their own, and the already draggy right tire augered over the edge, while the left was still chewing grass from the abrupt descent. The bumper caught the wall at the shallow end, and the back axle came up off the ground, sending the whole rig cartwheeling through the next yard, only to slam to a halt on the driver's side while the driver himself was hanging halfway at the door. It was impossible to tell how much of the roof had crumbled, and how much he'd simply been bisected. Still, for a lot of the afternoon, he just kept talking, trying to coax her to get up, to help him, to just say something. His girlfriend had been tossed from the windshield like a Barbie doll in a hurricane, only to land on a patio lounger like she just stepped out of the house for some sun. Well, except for the way her legs were facing in a different direction than her shoulders. She woke up three hours after the crash, although I don't know how long she might have been in dying. My guess is that the bones in her lower body were so badly shattered that the meat simply couldn't support her weight. Whatever the case, after several attempts at trying to stand, she gave up and started dragging them along behind her. I could see the gem in her tongue ring catching the sun as it waggled from her mouth while she crawled towards him, her slender arms reaching to claw the dirt. After she'd eaten enough, he stopped screaming. All I could do was sit in this treehouse, half a block away, and watch. [Music] FlashPulp is presented by http colon slash slash Skinner dot FM. The audio and text formats of FlashPulp are released under the Canadian Creative Commons attribution non-commercial 2.5 license. [Music]