Marion stared at herself, staring at herself, daring the other to step over the line.
“What d’you want me to do about it?”
“Can’t you absorb one more?”
“I’ve run out of room to absorb your blemishes.”
“Just one more. I’ll never ask again…Promise!”
“You said that last time.”
She stared at herself, daring herself to step over that line.
“Fine, but come closer. Touch your nose to the glass.”
A moment’s touch, the eminence was grabbed, pulled in.
Marion stepped free, no longer the face in the mirror.
She waved farewell and turned the mirror to the wall.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2019)
Carrot Ranch Prompt (03/26/2019): In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that uses the word eminence. It’s a rich word full of different meanings. Explore how it sounds or how you might play with it. Go where the prompt leads!
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Loved it! Especially since my image has aged quite a bit, and I have no intention of absorbing that for her!
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A predatory image in the mirror fed by the desire to be perfect. Well done, Liz!
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Thanks Charli! You got it exactly.
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Dang, that’s some mirror! Do you really think this will be the last time?
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With any luck!
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Beware of Marion! Welcome back!
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Ooooo, that was creepy 🙂
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Mission accomplished! 😀
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