Flash Fiction – 6th Ed.
My first glance at the photo prompt left me without much inspiration today, but then the odd part of me took over. Funny how the mind jumps into improbable spaces with little effort. Mine normally skydives without a parachute…
To join in the Flash Madness, go to Rochelle’s Purple Blog and follow the rules.
Concept: a weekly picture is posted, and the writer is challenged to produce one-hundred (more or less) words of some sort of fiction with a complete plot (beginning, middle and end). Here is my sixth installment:
Her lovely pout stared back at her from the mirror. One delicate hand applied the lipstick in a practiced, one-two motion. The full bottom lip took one crescent movement. I stood behind her and admired her efficiencies.
I considered the custom mirror. Carved wood details with an aged but faux patina framed the beveled glass I custom ordered. Three panes were spaced using the golden ratio. I’d joined it all without a single nail or screw.
I moved to catch her eye. She didn’t look despite my effort. The mirror still refused to reflect me.
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