Dunk | Flash Fiction

Melting face illustration - "Dunk" flash fiction

It was only when I was stark bollock naked with my wrists tethered to a giant hook that I began to have doubts.

Not that there was any going back. There wasn’t time. Someone gave the go-ahead and I was raised into the air, feet flailing wildly, arms aching, fear setting in. I swayed side to side and back and forth as the crane slid me to the left and dangled me over the top of the vat of liquid skin.

“Hold your breath!” came the call, and I did. I held it for dear life.

The crane buzzed and whirred and I was on the way down again. The liquid skin looked thick and glossy and unctuous and it soothed me a little, reminded me what I was doing.

In went my toes. It was warm. My feet followed. It tickled. Then my legs, hips, torso, shoulders, neck, head… don’t breathe, I told myself, don’t breathe, don’t breathe.

It felt like I was being smothered in latex.

My arms went in and then my hands went in and all of a sudden I was going up again and feeling thankful for the ability to breathe.

The liquid skin began to set as soon as it hit the air. Incredible. What an incredible invention, I thought. And it was so easy. Not cheap, mind, but beauty doesn’t come cheap these days, does it?

They set me on the ground and I stood still as a statue as they unhooked me and checked the quality of their work. Someone wheeled out a full-length mirror and I prepared myself to see my beautiful new body.

I was a waxwork model. Sure, the lines and crevices in my face were filled. Yes, my body was smooth and void of the lumps and bumps I’d spent years despising. Yeah, my skin was perfectly unblemished across every inch. But I didn’t look human. I was an android or a blow-up doll or an alien or a man dipped in the drippings of a candle.

“What do you think?” said the technician. “Perfect, huh?”

“Yeah. Too perfect.”


I write one new story each week inspired by a random song from my Spotify library. This week it was ‘High On Liquid Skin’ by Gomez who are one of my favourite bands ever, but in all honesty this is one of their weaker tracks. For the ultimate Gomez experience, try their debut album, Bring It On, on a Saturday night with the company of too many cheap beers.

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Author: Ellie Scott

Ellie Scott is a freelance copywriter and fiction writer from Sheffield, UK. She writes speculative and silly short stories and flash fiction. In 2018 she was shortlisted for the Bridport Prize Short Story Competition and published her first book, 'Merry Bloody Christmas: A Short Story Collection'. You can often find her hanging out on Twitter (@itsemscott), Instagram (@tinysillystories) and Medium (@elliemaryscott), or hibernating on her sofa with a book and a very large glass of gin.

7 thoughts on “Dunk | Flash Fiction”

    1. Haha! Well… I wasn’t aiming for sexy but I’ll take the compliment!

      I just went to catch up on your recent posts and couldn’t connect to your site – have you changed domains?

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