Unattached

Unlike what I previously posted, this one is based loosely on “Sporty Ally, sawn in half video.” Thanks for the idea, Frankie.  It’s why you’re in here.

Carlie huffed again, unable to shake it.  The recent heartbreak of her life, her partner breaking up with her, still weighed heavily.  So she found herself at “Frankie’s,” her favorite bar and hangout.

As she went in, the redhead owner sat behind the bar and waved at her, speaking in that Australian accent she had. “Carlie, come on in!”

Carlie smiled, walked to a stool and sat. “Thanks Frankie.  The usual.”

As Frankie poured her drink, she looked at Carlie with a quizzical expression. “What’s wrong?”

Carlie downed the drink in one shot, groaning as she proved Frankie right.  “Yeah, we broke up.”

At that, Frankie laid a hand on her arm. “That shows in how you swallowed that.”

With a sudden spark in her eye, she smiled. “Come on back.  I have something that might help.”

Curious, Carlie got up and followed Frankie to the back.  Of course it was clean, immaculate.  Carlie waited, looking around as Frankie fiddled with something unseen. “What am I doing here?”

Frankie smiled. “You’ll see.  Now lie down.”

Shrugging, Carlie did so. “Close your eyes.”

Not knowing what else to do, Carlie shut her eyes.  She wasn’t sure if she should trust this, but Frankie never hurt her.

A sound of something powerful coming on surprised her. “What’s going on?”

Frankie chuckled. “Just wait.”

With a sudden touch, Carlie felt something cutting into her waist.  She opened her eyes as she felt it pass through her. “What the…?”

Frankie held up a buzz saw. “What do you feel?”

Carlie took stock of herself.  She could still feel everything, but…

She didn’t know how.  She just knew what the saw was for. “Did you…”

Frankie nodded, then took hold of her arms and pulled.  Carlie gasped as her upper body moved away from her hips.  Not believing it, Carlie patted where her lower body used to be, feeling nothing.  But she could still feel her legs.  She could still move them.

Frankie dropped the saw and sat beside her. “How do you feel?”

Carlie realized it then.  She felt great, better than she had when she came in. “What is this?”

Frankie explained how she and her friends would do this kind of thing all the time, how, for them, it always felt fantastic.  Carlie understood.  She felt that way too. “How long can I stay like this?”

As the door chimed, Frankie got up. “As long as you want.  When you’re ready, just push your halves together.”

Carlie woke up the next morning, spending half an hour in halves before she got herself together, loving that wonderful rush as her halves rejoined before thanking Frankie immensely.

Last night, she had the most wonderful dreams, completely forgetting her heartbreak.  As she came more awake, though, she felt something wrong.  Her body just didn’t feel the same.  With a panic as she fully woke up, she knew her body was in halves again. “What the…?”

As she took some slow breaths, feeling good again, she pressed her halves together with no problem.  But she still had questions.

As she went into Frankie’s bar, she caught her attention, explaining what happened. “Oh, you’re one of them.”

Curiously, she asked. “One of whom?”

Frankie just smiled. “Sometimes we come unattached without realizing it.  You should be okay, though.  It looks like you got back together.”

That had her worried with that declaration. “How long will this last?”

Frankie laughed. “Why?  You’ll feel great every morning from it, and maybe later you can figure out how to separate on your own, no saw required.”

As she sat thinking, she realized something.  It did feel good being in halves; it felt great rejoining, and it wasn’t any huge issue at all. 

And if she could figure out how to separate at will, all the better.