| General Fiction posted February 8, 2022 |
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Personification contest entry
Mirror, Mirror on the Wall
by Chris Davies
Must she always look at me with frowns? I'm diligent reproducing what stands before me. Must I always be the one reflecting the faults of others? Shouldn't they reflect upon what they see in me?
Standing before me, I know she wants something more, something younger, something thinner. She stares, frowns. I can't give her what isn't there. I must be true to myself.
Ouch! The spray is cold and stings. She wipes away a coating of dust, my measure of time, fingerprints I've collected. Pausing, her fingertips hold the corners of her eyes, she smiles. Ahh.
Cheerful voices of children resound as they burst into the room. "Look, see the monkey?" She points to me. The child laughs, a warm sensation.
"Watch out!" Tinkling of shattering glass rips the air. I lie in pieces.
"I only wanted to see the monkey," he sniffed.
"No matter, we can replace it."
Personification contest entry
Must she always look at me with frowns? I'm diligent reproducing what stands before me. Must I always be the one reflecting the faults of others? Shouldn't they reflect upon what they see in me?
Standing before me, I know she wants something more, something younger, something thinner. She stares, frowns. I can't give her what isn't there. I must be true to myself.
Ouch! The spray is cold and stings. She wipes away a coating of dust, my measure of time, fingerprints I've collected. Pausing, her fingertips hold the corners of her eyes, she smiles. Ahh.
Cheerful voices of children resound as they burst into the room. "Look, see the monkey?" She points to me. The child laughs, a warm sensation.
"Watch out!" Tinkling of shattering glass rips the air. I lie in pieces.
"I only wanted to see the monkey," he sniffed.
"No matter, we can replace it."
Standing before me, I know she wants something more, something younger, something thinner. She stares, frowns. I can't give her what isn't there. I must be true to myself.
Ouch! The spray is cold and stings. She wipes away a coating of dust, my measure of time, fingerprints I've collected. Pausing, her fingertips hold the corners of her eyes, she smiles. Ahh.
Cheerful voices of children resound as they burst into the room. "Look, see the monkey?" She points to me. The child laughs, a warm sensation.
"Watch out!" Tinkling of shattering glass rips the air. I lie in pieces.
"I only wanted to see the monkey," he sniffed.
"No matter, we can replace it."
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