This 100 word story is for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers photo prompt, photo courtesy of © Nathan Sowers
Reflections
The old mirror was wrong for the newly renovated bathroom. Placed by the curb, it was sure to be picked up and appreciated by someone.
Did she imagine that? She looked at the mirror again; yes it reflected an old shack. She turned around to see only the well-landscaped gardens of her restored mansion.
A car stopped and the mirror reflected only the familiar gardens again. The old man thanked her for the fine mirror, asked her if she was descended from the original plantation owner. Said his ancestors used to live in a shack there where dogwood now bloomed.
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Oooooh! The mirror holds a mystery. I wonder if the man knows?
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I think he knows more about a shared past than she wants to reflect on.
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Pun intended? 🙂
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Ha! Yes, intended, seriously.
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I wonder if there’s a bit of magic in this mirror. : )
Ironically, our throw-a-ways are someone else’s treasures.
Interesting …
Isadora 😎
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You never know what you might find curb side.
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Is this your first Friday Fictioneers? If so, welcome to our fabulous group!
Great take on the prompt.
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I have participated enough to know that it is indeed a fabulous group, well led. I have been seldom seen at Friday Fictioneers; I am kept prompted by my regular haunts and often find a photo prompt to be overwhelming and prefer a word prompt.
Thank you for the kind words.
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Ahhh… I didn’t remember you 🙂
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I am rare there.
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Oh, sometimes the buyer sees a treasure where the seller is blind.
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Yep, sometimes.
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Dear D.
According to your comment you’ve been rarely seen here and since my memory is faulty I’ll rewelcome you. 😉 A lot of mystery in this story. You left me wanting to know more. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
PS Thank you for saying Friday Fictioneers is well led. 😀
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Thank you and you’re welcome.
I’d write more but for someone thickly settled I’m spread pretty thin.
Congratulations on your book. What do you call a trilogy that has four volumes?
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I’ve laughingly referred to this as the fourth book of Havah’s trilogy. Although we refer to it as a coffee table companion book. It’s not really a continuation of the saga but a book of illustrations and some short stories. Some are excerpts and some are new stories. So I guess you could call it a trilogy plus one.
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Well congrats and good luck.
Shalom.
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Lovely last line to this story. … a shack where the dogwood bloomed. I could see it too!
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Thank you for coming by.
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It sounds as though magic is in the eye of the beholder. It also sounds as though the man and the woman may be kinfolks. Interesting read, D Avery.
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Magic is always in the eye of the beholder. Your story comes to mind.
They may be kin. But her ancestors lived in the mansion, or could have; his in the shack.
Ah, America… the mirror haunts her more than him.
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So many reflections, D., like looking in a mirror that is looking in a mirror. And like looking in that mirror, mirror, I find myself reading and re-reading and savouring this prose over and over.
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That’s a huge compliment- good morning to me! Thank you.
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oh I love this, so deep .. how this must happen all too often 🙂
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Ohh.. This is superb.. I loved the last few lines.
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Thank you. I appreciate your coming by and your kind comments.
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Very intriguing!
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