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Reflections (Karjon Challenge 10)
It caught my eye as I walked past the show window. If the shop had been open, the lights would likely have washed it out, and I never would have seen...
Well, you, of course. It's always you I see.
Two years last May, and still you haunt me, still I'm seeing you in odd places. I followed you down three blocks of Comm. Ave. last week, only to find the tall guy in the cowboy hat was easily twenty years older than you, and looked more like Ricardo Montalbán than the Georgia redneck I used to worship.
What would you be doing in Boston, anyway? Hell, what am I doing here?
And when will I stop seeing your reflection in empty shop windows?
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Comment by: alien - 2007-09-07 04:06
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| great stuff. Yeah, those moments do tend to sneak up on you and it's usually not veyr nice when they do. It's when the smells start to haunt you as well as the half-caught reflections; that's when you know it's scary. |
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What a sad tale. I hate that thing - where you keep seeing the dead (or absent) person after they've gone.
Really finely honed writing - a great read. |
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Thank you so much, Karen... both for the comment, and posting this challenge! I was very much hoping someone would catch that bit of "doubling" in there, and it's nice to see it came across.
Jen :-) |
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| I enjoyed this one so much. thanks for sharing |
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Comment by: karjon - 2007-08-31 10:25
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Goodd stuff, Jennie - a double take on 'reflection'. The literal reflection in a window, the reflections of the past, beautifully captured in this Wee Story.
Thanks for taking the challenge.
Cheers
Karen |
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