Literati! Before I snuffed the candle at midnight, carrier pigeon sent me in Sheri’s entry. What really does go on beneath the surface of defective mirrors? We still have two or three entries to post before I announce five finalists. If you submitted an entry and don’t see it posted by 6:00 this evening, Moscow time, send the fairest of them all (that would be moi) an email.
by Sheri Strobaugh
Withered, sullen and hollowed eyes reflected back in the mirror with what used to be the most undeniable sex appeal and a smile that could melt any guy who glanced my way.
I stare for an everlasting moment … there I am. It’s still me. I remember when I … wait, what was I doing? Oh well, it must not have been important.
Where’s my daughter? She just drove away and left me in this hell hole. I have lost everything. I feel like … oh wait a minute, is it lunch time? Maybe we will have fish n chips! I must get ready to dine with the others. What shall I wear? I can’t seem to dress myself, where was I going? Stinging tears flow through the the ebbs n tides of my once blushed and supple cheeks.
I rub them away as if they were digging in like cancers. Turning toward the sunshine through the window, why was I crying? Maybe I just sneezed.
Oh look, there’s my crystal cabinet! The crystals are making rainbows dance across my wall. I watched the show for a very long time or was it just a minute? All of my favorite things … what’s missing?
I can’t put my finger on it. Why does my heart hurt? I love my kids, grandkids and crazy great kids. They call me Gigi. I am so blessed! I am so … wait a minute, where am I? My heart starts palpitating to a horrific unwanted symphony. It won’t stop! I look down at my weather beaten and very weary hands. They are shaking. But they are shaking to a jig. I hear it and it is wonderful!
Oh no, someone is coming down the hall. Is my door locked? Help me, what is happening? Oh okay, no one blasted through my door, I am okay … phew that was scary. I know they are listening, I hear it all thetime. No one believes me, but they are. Is that my stomach growling?
I’m hungry, oh yay! Macadamia nuts!!!