Sweat beaded on his forehead as he picked his way through the crisscross of lasers. The diamond was almost within his grasp.
His nose tickled. No. No, no, no. How could this happen to him at the very last moment?
He scrunched up his face, pushed his tongue up onto the roof of his mouth, closed his eyes and held his breath.
The tickle intensified. He couldn’t stop it.
“Ah… ah… ah… ACHOO!”
His body spasmed and tripped the lasers. Alarms blared. A steel cage descended over the treasured diamond. Something clicked, hummed and…
He was done for.
A series of blades had swept across the room and sliced right through him.
“That stings a bit,” he said.
He looked down at his body and noticed blood oozing in perfectly straight lines across his chest, his torso and his legs. He’d been chopped into four clean chunks, and yet he was still standing.
He heard a voice in his ears and remembered his headset.
“Hoyte? Hoyte! Talk to me, damn it.” His wife. She was waiting in the car outside, engine running, foot hovering over the accelerator in readiness for their getaway.
“I’m here,” he said quietly.
“I heard you scream and thought you were dead. Tell me what happened. I’m in bits out here!”
“Hey, me too.” He laughed. Couldn’t help himself. The chuckles rocked his filleted body and the four parts of him began to slide apart. “It’s over, my dear. Get the hell out of here.”
“What about you?”
“I’m not going to make it.”
“Yes. I’m sorry. I can’t talk long. Just know that I love you.”
“I love you too.”
And they each fell to pieces in very different ways.
Stories inspired by a random songs from my Spotify library. This time it was “Before I Fall To Pieces” by Razorlight.Follow Ellie Scott on WordPress.com