Twisting Mirrors
Her hand slowly glances across her face as her finger tips glide her hair to rest behind her ear. She giggles into her morning coffee, and as her lips are tasting her morning fix, her mind is stuck on the local newspaper that is set before her.
As she finishes her cup and grabs her keys her mind wanders to her old home. She can still smell the country air, clean, pure, the sounds of the wind through her chimes ring clear in her memory. How she misses that place, how she misses her father.
It’s been 12 years now since he passed.
She remembers sitting in the living room with him, unwrapping her favorite candy while they both watch the evening programs. Memorys like that were too much like a commercial and almost perfect enough to paint on a postcard. She turns up the corner of her mouth as she recalls his funny questions and games that they would play on the way to school in order to pass the time. To this day no one can beat her at “name that tune.”
As she begins to unlock her car door, her bare ring finger reminds her that the only thing that will miss her as shes as work, is Teddy, her pet fish. She opens her door and sits down in her car. She grabs her rear view mirror and twists it til she can look into her own eyes.
Moments turn to seconds as she deeply evaluates the image in the mirror. She knows the answers to all her own questions but she refuses to aknowlege the problem. Silence fills the car until she reaches her destination. She looks back into her mirror and mumbles a sentance of encouragement.
She wishes she could go back. She misses her old room and working in the garden.
“Why” she asks out loud…
“You’re such an idiot” she mumbles as she glances one last time in the mirror..
Her hand hesitantly opens her door, she steps out, and begins to walk away. Above her remains a cloud of doubt lined in regret.
As she stumbles into her 9 to 5.. She sighs with a sound of desperation…
I guess when you try too hard to pursue a life, life just passes you by..
As she finishes her cup and grabs her keys her mind wanders to her old home. She can still smell the country air, clean, pure, the sounds of the wind through her chimes ring clear in her memory. How she misses that place, how she misses her father.
It’s been 12 years now since he passed.
She remembers sitting in the living room with him, unwrapping her favorite candy while they both watch the evening programs. Memorys like that were too much like a commercial and almost perfect enough to paint on a postcard. She turns up the corner of her mouth as she recalls his funny questions and games that they would play on the way to school in order to pass the time. To this day no one can beat her at “name that tune.”
As she begins to unlock her car door, her bare ring finger reminds her that the only thing that will miss her as shes as work, is Teddy, her pet fish. She opens her door and sits down in her car. She grabs her rear view mirror and twists it til she can look into her own eyes.
Moments turn to seconds as she deeply evaluates the image in the mirror. She knows the answers to all her own questions but she refuses to aknowlege the problem. Silence fills the car until she reaches her destination. She looks back into her mirror and mumbles a sentance of encouragement.
She wishes she could go back. She misses her old room and working in the garden.
“Why” she asks out loud…
“You’re such an idiot” she mumbles as she glances one last time in the mirror..
Her hand hesitantly opens her door, she steps out, and begins to walk away. Above her remains a cloud of doubt lined in regret.
As she stumbles into her 9 to 5.. She sighs with a sound of desperation…
I guess when you try too hard to pursue a life, life just passes you by..
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