PHOTO PROMPT © Nathan Sowers (courtesy of Dawn M. Miller)
Ruby Johnson hung the mirror near the front door. A special mirror that showed man’s true nature. But only on the first reflection. After that it showed up meaningless different colours like a mood ring.
Her husband’s image had glowed a brilliant white. So she married him. Her friend Nina, a dull purplish-gray. That friendship didn’t last. Now its latest revelation perplexed her.
Her son, who had till now been too short to be reflected in the mirror, turned it to a chalky black speckled with red. She did what any mother would do. She smashed the mirror to smithereens.
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“Mirror, mirror on the wall. Who is the fairest of us all?” What an awesome image this week. Thanks to Nathan Sowers courtesy of Dawn Miller.
I wish I had this mirror. Wonder if it would make navigating through life easier? Unless it tells you a truth you’d rather not believe in.
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Write a story in 100 words or less.
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Dear Fatima,
“… meaningless different colours like a mood ring.” I love that line. There are just some things a mother doesn’t want to know. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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A mother’s love hides many faults. It means a lot coming from you, that you like that line. Thank you, Rochelle!
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Excellent take Fatima. Not the colour you would want to see for you child! Well done.
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And mother’s love could make her deny her son’s true nature, that may become more apparent as he grows older.
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I could feel her smashing it with her “momma-bear” side engaged.
enjoyed your take on the image
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Without a second thought! Thank you!
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🙂
peace
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Of course she smashed the mirror. And freed herself, I hope, from superstition
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I’m afraid the mirror truly was magical, and reflected the truth.
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Only if she let it be the truth
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Yeah, I see what you’re getting at. I had intended to use magic in this story, to reflect human nature with regards to the truth. The magic is irrelevant really. But I get what you’re saying about choice and perspective 🙂
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Some mirror! This is really scary.
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“Black speckled with red” sounds very sinister. Good one.
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I enjoyed your story enormously! The last line had me laughing with delight! You’ve used the magic of your writer’s skill to compose this story about the unconditional nature of a mother’s love.
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I’m glad it delighted you, Penny! And thank you for your wonderful feedback.
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Terrifying to see black speckled with red to represent your child. Really good story.
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A mother can never accept her progeny’s truth, unfortunately.
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Quite some mirror! I wonder what colour I’d be…
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Ominous. Very neat write.
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Not exactly what a mother would wish to see.
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This is really engaging.
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chalky black speckled with red!! Worrying
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And now as a mother will she seek to change her son’s future? Spooky tale,
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Her son’s story really should continue. Nicely done
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Loved this, Fatima! Of course she smashed it… and hopefully it’s “truth”…
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This is a lovely metaphor for many things a mother might not want to face about her own child. I can see a similar reaction in some people when they first encounter a disability diagnosis.
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Yes, sometimes the truth in the mirror hurts.
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I think that knowing too much can be a burden… and being a mother is nothing you can change….
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Very creative story, Fatima. And the ending makes me wonder if smashing the mirror did any good?
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