I Fall to Pieces

Last Friday night I had the great pleasure of being in the company of seven (count ‘em – 7) fellow Fictioneers. To my knowledge, eight is largest congregation of Fictioneers ever assembled in the same venue at one time. I kept looking out the window, expecting national media coverage, or at least to see the folks from Publisher’s Clearing House pull up in front of Ye Olde English Inn and offer a 3-book deal to each of us along with a $500K advance.

Then one of the “real authors” at the banquet busted my bubble by telling me that Publisher’s Clearing House wasn’t a book publishing house at all, just an outfit that entices people to buying magazines in hopes of winning a million dollar sweepstakes. Boy, if that ain’t like having a bucket of frozen fish guts dumped down your underwear.

All in all it was a very good party. Connie only had to call me down twice, so I guess my loud and obnoxious behavior didn’t embarrass her any more than usual. ~ That gal is an angel.

If you’re new to Friday Flash Fiction, our Big Chief teller of tall tales is Paula “Don’t step on my Bunions” Wisoff-Fields (along with her sidekick, Kent, the Blond Ox). If you’d like to participate in this exercise in madness, head over to her blog for step-by-step instructions. To view the FFF  Hollywood Squares Authors Block click here.

copyright - Sean Fallon
copyright – Sean Fallon

They told me it would never last.

My friends, family, even my employer—they all tried to dissuade me.

“She’s got issues,” they said. “Been through too many break-ups.”

But I wouldn’t listen. We were young and in love. Nothing else mattered.

I had a good job at Macy’s and she worked in the automotive industry.

She told me her job was stressful, dangerous, and her employer often abusive. When I heard about the accident, I fell apart—literally.

I can still see that cute little circle on her forehead.

They were right. Never fall in love with a crash test dummy

43 Comments on “I Fall to Pieces

  1. Oh Russell, you’ve done it again! It’s 4:00am here and I’m trying not to LOL and wake the rest of the house.


  2. Hi Russ,
    Oh, the lure of the exciting bad girl. Great, funny punch line. Your title came to me too, and I thought about building a story around it, but couldn’t come up with anything. I may be picking up on your brainwaves. Or we just may have similar country music pasts. Glad you had a good time at the OWL gathering. Ron


    • Picking up my brainwaves might not be good for your mental health. When I saw the picture, I immediately heard Patsy Cline singing “I Fall to Pieces.” You should consider joining OWL, Ron. It’s only a short drive to Branson and you’d really enjoy the group.


  3. And I, go to pieces and I wanna hide
    Go to pieces and I almost die
    Every time my baby crashes by

    (Peter and Georgia)

    🙂 A flash from the past. Although she’s the one who really went to pieces.


  4. Let’s face it, you guys are both wack jobs with similar off the wall senses of humour. And Russell! This was hilarious as usual and I am all alone here in Athens, so I could laugh out loud! Once upon a time, actually, now and then, I am a singer in a Country and Western band and do a wacky version of I Fall to Pieces. But Patsy’s was definitely the best.


    • I would love to hear your version. I’ve played in bands and sang for years, but never tackled that song. Jim Reeves did a nice version too.


  5. Hahahaha! You came through all right, all right, Russell! We (Queen R. and I) knew you could. Great getting to see you in Branson. You should have brought the crash test dummy — she would have been a more exciting date.

    The video is done, by the way.


  6. Dear Crash,

    Some relationships just weren’t meant to be. It was great seeing you. Sorry you didn’t get that three book contract. I did. ;)…(and then I woke up).




  7. Great closing to this story! (BTW, does your wife ever feel like she should have heeded that advice? Hmmmm?)

    As usual, you made me LOL. Despite yourself, I think you might be good for the soul 🙂


  8. When I saw your title, I immediately heard Patsy Cline singing “I Fall to Pieces.” This latest literary cocktail you’ve stirred up works for me: one part sap, two parts lunacy. Whenever I think of Publisher’s Clearinghouse, I imagine a cavernous warehouse filled with tons of crummy magazines that no one in their right mind would want, but the fantasy of winning this sweepstakes compels members of the unwashed masses to subscribe to Agnes Toads’ Beauty Tips, National Lint Collector and Colon Prep Digest among countless others destined to dress the bottom of the canary’s cage.


  9. The worlds of fashion and petrol-heads collide! Great ending, although not for her.
    (I also heard the song after reading the title, the Mike Nesmith version though)


  10. I wasn’t expecting that ending! Funny stuff, as always. But what really had me thinking was in the prelude… I love the imagery of a bucket full of frozen fish guts dumped down your underwear. Yuck!
    And I need to get those business cards ordered from you. I’ll be in touch soon!


      • I’ve played around with a few. Not sure I’m talented enough to write that short! LOL! It is a challenge for sure, but thank you for the invite. I may have to get serious about it.


  11. Russell, you so had me going with this. I fall for it every time, you’re so cunning. I hope the lad learned his lesson. This can’t be a long lasting relationship. That’s great you got to hang out with the Fictioneers. It sounds like a great time was had by all!


  12. Never thought I’d make it over to you this week with so many Fictioneers and so much other stuff going on, but here I am. So, you were in love with a dummy? I guess some women I’ve dated would say the same thing. So, you made love to a dummy? I can certainly say that I have also …. uh, wait,not going there! Fun story with a super twist at the end and I know you’re being modest about Publishers’ Clearing House. I happen to know that about five years ago you got a letter that said “you COULD be a winner!” How close you came!


I'd love to hear from you

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Mandie Hines Author

Poetry, Horror, Psychological Thrillers

The Phantom Rem

Stories From Within

Lorna's Voice

Finding ways to make words sparkle

The Incoherent Ramblings Of A Moose

This is the blog of a woman who is seriously on the edge and I mean right ON the edge…no, not there… just a little bit further… further than that…no, further still…just a tiny bit more… just move slightly to the right a little…no, that’s too much…just move a tad to the left…that’s right, just there…now you’ve moved too far to the left… Damn, what part of the ‘on the edge’ do you not understand? Oh, and her matricidal boy genius, come devil spawn.

Sharing sarcasm, snark, and satire with the world...

Or the three people I guilted into reading this blog, whatever.

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple

Growing older is inevitable. Growing up is optional.


I may make you feel, but I can't make you think.


All the Blogging That's Fit To Print



Lame Adventures

A Humor Blog

Linda Vernon Humor

Stylistically Abusing Language for the Betterment of Mankind


Straight up with a twist– Because life is too short to be subtle!

Lori Ericson, Author

An author's perspective of mystery and more.

The Best Things in Life

And the worst things. And all that weird stuff in between.

%d bloggers like this: