Miranda Kate’s Mid-Week Challenge :2019/05/14 (Week 106)

A floor made of mirrors that reflected the world above them. I loved that concept, loved the way it played with perceptions of reality and the rules of life. Loved how it confused the hell out of so many people.

Along with my love for the mirrors came staggering disappointment, and heartbreak, for the lost hearts and souls of life. The ones who no longer dreamed, or imagined, or created. The ones who never questioned anything.

How could they look at that floor, and see the mirror world in it, and not wonder, not ask, “Which world is real, the one I’m in, looking down at the floor, or the world in the floor, where I’m looking back at myself?”

The chair I was seated in was a wood, with a metal framework. Delilah was seated in the chair next to me. She’d asked to spend time together. “I want your company today. I want to be around you. To be with you. To be able to talk with you. Laugh, smile, walk, eat lunch, eat dinner, with you.”

“What are you thinking, Samuel?” I never understood why she used my full name, and not Sam, like everyone else. I felt her fingers, and the palm of her hand touch my shoulder, and I wondered if I could talk at all. “You can talk with me, you know. Take your time.”

The image of myself in the floor showed my struggle, my inability to focus. I’d almost swear my image blurred, became less defined. “Which one is real?”

Delilah’s eyes tracked mine, they stared into the floor, saw me, saw her, saw the chairs. “We are, of course.”

“Are we? Or are we really on the other side of the mirrors, watching ourselves?”

She moved her hand from my shoulder, let her fingers touch my cheek, “Which of you feels my touch? Which of you hears my voice?”

I wondered if the me in the mirror felt her fingers on his cheek, or if he was a simple reflection of light. Or, perhaps, if he was wondering the same thing, if the me staring back at me felt her fingers, as he did?

“It’s why I want to spend time with you, Samuel.” She looked into the eyes of the me in the mirrors on the floor, “Because. You can still dream. You can imagine things. You can create things.” Her hand moved again, it started on my shoulder, and calmly, deliberately, ever so gently, moved down my arm, to my hand, where her fingers interlaced with mine.

For some reason my hand responded, and I found I was holding her hand, as she was holding mine. The mirrors showed the same.

“You don’t see the world as black and white. As predefined.” I wondered if I could ever forget her smile, or the sound of her words.

“Too many people.” I paused, “They don’t ask questions.” I looked into her eyes in the mirrors below us. The her in the mirror looked back into mine. “Almost like they’re afraid to ask questions.”

“They are.” Was it the Delilah holding my hand, or the Delilah in the mirror who answered me? “Because. It makes life complicated. Difficult. Not simple.” Her other hand reached across and she turned my head so I faced her, above the mirrors.

“Delilah.” Something inside me felt good, happy. Perhaps that’s what dancing was. When something inside my soul moved, because it felt like it. “I never told you how I can get lost in your eyes.”

I forgot about the mirrors, as she smiled, “I know, Samuel. I have always known.”

606 Words
@mysoulstears


It’s week 106 of Miranda Kate‘s Mid-Week Challenge. You can read about Miranda’s small fiction challenge here. Please, go read Miranda’s short tale this week, and any others that showed up. The tales are always little works of art, crafted with words, meant to be shared, and enjoyed.

 

#VisDare 128 : Devious

I wandered between the domes for days without finding another person. I found everything I needed to live, animals, fruit, vegetables. Life was everywhere. People weren’t.

After a few days a girl showed up. Her clothing was worn out, and she was caked with mud, and dirt. But her face and eyes told me she was happy. She smiled, “A newbie!”

“What?”

“You’re new here.” She giggled. “I wonder if you’ll play with the people in the domes.” She pointed at a couple. “I like to play with them,” she twirled like a ballerina. “It’s great fun.”

“Fun?”

Her smile was devious, “Yes! Fun!” She laughed, “I visit a dome, and act like the people inside for a while. Then, I do things that break the rules inside the dome. It drives people nuts.” She held her finger to her lips, “Shhh. I’m not supposed to do that.”

148 Words
@LurchMunster


Part 9 of a story I’m writing for Angela Goff’s Visual Dare. Please read the other entries in this week’s Visual Dare challenge. Be amazed at the magic people can put into 150 words or less.

#VisDare 127 : Snoop

75d407ae84c100830207537e302d90ba.jpgI turned, and faced the wall, and the crack. The reality I’d always known was inside that wall. I backed a few steps away, then a few more, until I could see the truth.

The reality I’d always known was inside a dome.

It was huge, yes, but it was a dome. And I was standing outside it, in a landscape filled with big domes, as far as I could see. As I stood in that new world, I realized every dome as another reality, just like the one I’d always lived within.

From the inside, the world had seemed so big, so limitless. But from the outside, it was just one tiny world in a landscape filled with worlds. Some bigger, some smaller, than the world I’d come from.

Standing in that universe filled with worlds, I decided I should snoop around, and try to visit other worlds.

149 Words
@LurchMunster


Part 8 of a story I’m writing for Angela Goff’s Visual Dare. Please read the other entries in this week’s Visual Dare challenge. Be amazed at the magic people can put into 150 words or less.

#VisDare 126 : Lift

74b476b1e63afb045d30e99f9971fd7b.jpgI froze. Motionless. Terrified, excited, confused, exhausted, and completely lost. I’d reached the end of the crack. I stood, frozen in time, looking out of the wall of reality. Looking out at a world, a universe, I’d never known, and never imagined.

There was something outside of reality. The proof was before me. All I had to do was step out of the crack, into a completely new reality. A reality where everything I knew was confined in a tiny space.

Green trees and grasses were everywhere. Flowers covered everything. Here and there, I saw huge domes rising from the ground. I wondered what those domes were.

I felt my foot lift from inside the crack, and I watched it move forward, then settle on the ground outside the crack. The rest of me followed. And in that moment, that breath, I knew my life would never be the same.

150 Words
@LurchMunster


Part 7 of a story I’m writing for Angela Goff’s Visual Dare. Please read the other entries in this week’s Visual Dare challenge. Be amazed at the magic people can put into 150 words or less.

#VisDare 125 : Candid

It took time, and wasn’t easy. The bruises and cuts hurt. The physical pain stopped me many times and I wondered if I’d ever make it through the wall to whatever was outside. But I couldn’t go back. I knew the crack was sealed, but I’d gone so far into the wall I didn’t know if I could make it back if I tried.

When I stopped, I saw the light ahead of me. Something was outside the wall. So I never gave up. Always, I started toward that light once more.

At night, I slept, and dreamed of the people I’d known. I saw them in pictures, snapshots, candid photographs. They were all dead, skeletons disguised as people. No hearts, no souls, only empty, living in their empty, safe, little world, inside the wall, in a tiny reality.

And always, I woke, and started toward the light again.

149 Words
@LurchMunster


Part 6 of a story I’m writing for Angela Goff’s Visual Dare. Please read the other entries in this week’s Visual Dare challenge. Be amazed at the magic people can put into 150 words or less.

#VisDare 124 : Unexpected

The way back was blocked, sealed by those inside the world they knew. That was unexpected on my part, that they would seal me out. I heard her voice, “Don’t panic. Don’t do anything stupid.” Something perfect to say to someone inside a wall.

All I could do was go forward. But forward to what, to where? There was light ahead, with colors. Nothing but colors, and the unknown.

Inside the crack, it wasn’t smooth, it wasn’t clean. There was dust everywhere, jagged edges, sharp points. I bumped into them, cut myself, bruised myself, banged my head.

I was heading into the unknown. I didn’t know how thick the wall was, how long it would take to get through it. All I knew is I couldn’t go back. Those behind me had seen to that.

All I had left was the light, and the colors, beyond the wall.

148 Words
@LurchMunster


Part 5 of a story I’m writing for Angela Goff’s Visual Dare. Please read the other entries in this week’s Visual Dare challenge. Be amazed at the magic people can put into 150 words or less.

#VisDare 123 : Evacuate

827b3d1cf214abd3222e72c672a94e40The fences others built around me grew each day. “We can’t trust you. You won’t patch the wall. If you patch the wall, we’ll take our fences down. Be like us. Be safe. Patch the wall.”

“No.” I could see outside the wall. There was more there. I guarded the crack, protected it, let it grow.

When the crack was large enough, I squeezed into it, started working my way through the wall. I wanted to see what was outside the wall. But, without me to stop them, those inside the wall, inside reality, patched the crack. They sealed me out. I could not return. All I had left was what lay outside the wall.

I declared I’d chosen to evacuate their reality, leave the safety of the world inside the wall, see the bigger world outside the wall.

To be free from the small reality inside the wall.

149 Words
@LurchMunster


Part 4 of a story I’m writing for Angela Goff’s Visual Dare. Please read the other entries in this week’s Visual Dare challenge. Be amazed at the magic people can put into 150 words or less.