Chapter 6: Part 2
The wiggly lines of heat had made her see many crazy things over the last few days. Now Amanda saw a huge ship with a white and black hull. She imagined it to be a cruise ship with three pools, a spa, and four midnight buffets.
She could taste the pineapple, all sweet and juicy. Then there would be beef and chicken, but no seafood for her. If she never saw or smelled another thing from the sea for the rest of her life she would be happy. All great buffets had something chocolate. Chocolate pie, chocolate cake, and maybe some chocolate ice cream. Freezing cold ice cream sliding down her throat would feel so good. Screw the calories, she wanted real food.
The side of the yellow raft supported her as she drank the last of her bottled water. The liquid was hot and tasted nasty, then again maybe it was her mouth that tasted bad. If the ship were a fake, she would die tomorrow. This was the end of her time on the raft. It had to be.
For some odd reason she wondered if the cruise director would allow her to play shuffleboard. It had been years since she had played the game and even then she'd sucked. But today she could probably beat anyone at shuffleboard. That is if she could stand up.
The white and black hull drew closer.
The spa would have lotion, probably five or six different types of lotions. All she wanted was one. Just one bottle of cool, clean lotion would feel great to her aching skin.
She turned and looked at the snake. She should toss it into the ocean, but she couldn't bring herself to abandon the snake out here. That would be cruel.
The white and black hull drew closer.
Amanda wondered if she should scream? She tried to work her voice but nothing came out. What a shame. Her career was over. Laughter bubbled out of her mouth. The funnies soon turned to hysteria. Her days as a songbird were over. She wiped at the tears that should be flowing from her eyes. Her face was dry.
Maybe they would let her sip one of those icy drinks at the bar. An inside bar, one where she couldn't even see the sun. After this experience she wanted to become a vampire. Of course she knew there were no such things as vampires, all fakie wakie, but she could dream. Her skin would be pale as a ghost after this. No sun, ever.
She'd played a vampire before. Actually one of her first rolls was as a child vampire in a movie. Okay, so she'd played the vampire thing twice. She'd gone up against Buffy and had been dusted. That had been a fun role.
But singing was her thing now. Acting was best left up to the Hollywood starlets. She was a singer, at least she had been.
The white and black hull began to turn away.
Amanda grabbed the empty water bottles and waved them around in the air. She wanted to scream but nothing would come out. She knew not to stand, but she sat up, wondering if the little people on the ship would see her.
Tomorrow would be her last day. She rose up on her knees, not willing to totally give up. At least not yet. She tried screaming again, but it didn't work. Her voice was truly gone.
Her arms waved frantically. In her mind she made big movements that only the blind wouldn't be able to see, in reality she probably was doing only little waves. Reality sucked.
Her heart ached as she imagined all those beautiful little shrimp arranged around the top of a glass bowl just waiting for her. The oranges, and grapefruit, bananas, and strawberries all waiting for her to consume them. Chocolate too. All floating away.
She sunk back down onto the floor of the raft and curled into a ball. There would be no midnight buffets for her. No spa treatments. No fruity drinks. All she had left was her raft, her empty bottles, and her snake.
She grabbed the snake box and hugged it. The entertainment industry was full of slimy businessmen, with beady little eyes. People called them snakes. She'd taken a few hits in her career from serpent like businessmen, but she never thought she would die with a snake as her only companion. The irony sucked.
Copyright Sara Thacker 2011
Firefly: The Complete Series [Blu-ray]
She could taste the pineapple, all sweet and juicy. Then there would be beef and chicken, but no seafood for her. If she never saw or smelled another thing from the sea for the rest of her life she would be happy. All great buffets had something chocolate. Chocolate pie, chocolate cake, and maybe some chocolate ice cream. Freezing cold ice cream sliding down her throat would feel so good. Screw the calories, she wanted real food.
The side of the yellow raft supported her as she drank the last of her bottled water. The liquid was hot and tasted nasty, then again maybe it was her mouth that tasted bad. If the ship were a fake, she would die tomorrow. This was the end of her time on the raft. It had to be.
For some odd reason she wondered if the cruise director would allow her to play shuffleboard. It had been years since she had played the game and even then she'd sucked. But today she could probably beat anyone at shuffleboard. That is if she could stand up.
The white and black hull drew closer.
The spa would have lotion, probably five or six different types of lotions. All she wanted was one. Just one bottle of cool, clean lotion would feel great to her aching skin.
She turned and looked at the snake. She should toss it into the ocean, but she couldn't bring herself to abandon the snake out here. That would be cruel.
The white and black hull drew closer.
Amanda wondered if she should scream? She tried to work her voice but nothing came out. What a shame. Her career was over. Laughter bubbled out of her mouth. The funnies soon turned to hysteria. Her days as a songbird were over. She wiped at the tears that should be flowing from her eyes. Her face was dry.
Maybe they would let her sip one of those icy drinks at the bar. An inside bar, one where she couldn't even see the sun. After this experience she wanted to become a vampire. Of course she knew there were no such things as vampires, all fakie wakie, but she could dream. Her skin would be pale as a ghost after this. No sun, ever.
She'd played a vampire before. Actually one of her first rolls was as a child vampire in a movie. Okay, so she'd played the vampire thing twice. She'd gone up against Buffy and had been dusted. That had been a fun role.
But singing was her thing now. Acting was best left up to the Hollywood starlets. She was a singer, at least she had been.
The white and black hull began to turn away.
Amanda grabbed the empty water bottles and waved them around in the air. She wanted to scream but nothing would come out. She knew not to stand, but she sat up, wondering if the little people on the ship would see her.
Tomorrow would be her last day. She rose up on her knees, not willing to totally give up. At least not yet. She tried screaming again, but it didn't work. Her voice was truly gone.
Her arms waved frantically. In her mind she made big movements that only the blind wouldn't be able to see, in reality she probably was doing only little waves. Reality sucked.
Her heart ached as she imagined all those beautiful little shrimp arranged around the top of a glass bowl just waiting for her. The oranges, and grapefruit, bananas, and strawberries all waiting for her to consume them. Chocolate too. All floating away.
She sunk back down onto the floor of the raft and curled into a ball. There would be no midnight buffets for her. No spa treatments. No fruity drinks. All she had left was her raft, her empty bottles, and her snake.
She grabbed the snake box and hugged it. The entertainment industry was full of slimy businessmen, with beady little eyes. People called them snakes. She'd taken a few hits in her career from serpent like businessmen, but she never thought she would die with a snake as her only companion. The irony sucked.
Copyright Sara Thacker 2011
Firefly: The Complete Series [Blu-ray]
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