Monday, October 31, 2011

100 Word Challenge: Reflection

Mirror by Silk Road Collection (Flickr)

She’s covered the television and computer monitors, laid the paintings and pictures of her and Daniel face down, draped the CD and DVD stands with old curtains, taped newspaper across the bathroom mirrors.

There’s blood on her hands, earned in her futile efforts removing glass from and pressing gauze packing to Daniel’s wounds.

She can’t wash it off.

Water reflects.

And she only wants one reflective surface in the house.

Kneeling inside her circle—thin layer of grain and salt—she reaches out and plucks the sheet from the freestanding mirror.

Her image smiles at her.

She is not smiling. 


Tara R. said...

This has a wonderfully eerie feeling to it, and makes me want to know more about the scene.

barbara said...



Seeking Elevation said...

Creepy!! I love your blog layout, btw.

Robin Hawke said...

Enjoyed this, felt sorry for her, Robin

I, Rodius said...

Definitely a tantalizing peek into something much longer. Well done.

L. M. Leffew said...

Thanks so much for the comments, everyone.

Glad you enjoyed.

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