A plateful of life
The last time I drove down this road, I wasn’t alone.
Darkness led the way on that final ride.
In the back seat, you labored to breathe as fear mixed with pain.
Not much was spoken, only a few words.
And one request.
I would have said so much more.
Had I known.
It would be the last time.
The world is a looking glass and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face. –William M. Thackeray
My looking glass is a relection of someone reaching, always trying to grasp a fleeting moment or a challenge.
That image in the mirror doesn’t show what others see, or what they will never know about me. My shortcomings or triumphs, my sorrows and joys, each lies hidden in that glass on the wall.
Passing years seem softened somehow, so much kinder than the opinion of a camera lens. The smile is the same and the heart inside that mirror image beats with the same anticipation of long ago. Each day, I’m reminded to look forward while there is still time.
I quickly glance into the glass and see my past resting in a corner… on a chair that is running out of room.
Flicker of Inspiration Linkup #48: Mirror Image
Take a good look, decide what you see. Write about that. I see two sparrows carrying coconuts; try not to let that influence you before you get started. Whatever you see, that’s your prompt. If you really really don’t think you see anything in particular, do a freewriting exercise; just type random words for ten or fifteen minutes or so. Share whatever you come up with, even if you start an actual story halfway through.
I started writing this post before I did some heavy meditation on ol’ Rorschach. Actually, when the topic of this prompt was mentioned a few days ago, I was drawn to a basic, everyday mirror image and all that it entailed. Thus, today’s post for the link-up.
Then, just before I was ready to hit “Publish” this morning, the Lightning Bug prompt image jumped out at me. Well, not really. It just conjured up an immediate thought of what it made me think about…”Hal” from 2001 A Space Odyssey.
No, no…trust me, I did not drop any serious drugs during the 60’s. In fact, my mind even jumped from outer space to the kitchen, reminding me of when a 13 pound Lobster tried climbing out of a huge pot of boiling water.
Wonder what Rorschach would think about all of this?
Sweet and colorful, each one hides under blades of shiny grass, nestled inside a basket.
The flavors dance on little tongues, bringing smiles along with a search for more.
Red, green, orange. One by one, they disappear. The fun of finding them grows short.
Flicker of Inspiration Linkup and Prompt #45: Short and Sweet
Write something under 350 words to fit the theme “Short and Sweet” – do this by starting your piece with either the word “short” or the word “sweet” and ending it with the word you didn’t start with. For example, “Sweet Pea was short.” Alternatively, “Short bread is too sweet.”
Short and sweet Easter Blessings to everyone!
