Our September challenge is Changing Faces, hosted by the lovely Denise Covey
FLASH FICTION, POETRY, NON-FICTION, ARTWORK, PHOTOS
OPEN TO ALL
OPEN TO ALL
- SUBMIT your name to the list below NOW or direct link from Sept 24-26 AEST or until linky closes (Earlier entries receive more comments)
- CREATE your entry according to the monthly theme - SEPTEMBER - CHANGING FACES.
- EDIT your entry until it sparkles.
- PUBLISH your entry on your blog on the dates shown, stating feedback preferences.
- READ other entries, giving feedback as requested.
Open to all genres - Fiction works can be - Adult, YA, MG. All entries maximum 1,000 words.
Please Email Denise if you have more questions:
Here is my story:
Shadows crept across the wall blocking out the colours
She thought there might be more smell to the flowers
The soft feel of the petals, silky satin to the touch
A gratifying sensation that could never be enough
Dewdrops sparkled through a diamond faceted tear
The purity of nature shone through washing away her fear
Nurturing and nourishing the vibrant orange blossom
A carefully selected rarity in the botanical kingdom
She pinned all her hopes and dreams on finding a cure
There should be no marks or stains just totally pure
Wonderment, a joy to behold, her heart swollen with pride
Now as time progressed on, it advances like a landslide
Her mobile communicator emitted its warning hum
She placed it to her ear, the voice whispered; ‘it’s time, Madam.’
She inhaled a deep felt, soul-searching sigh before she acquiesces
She stood slowly, taking time to arrange her dress, hide her crutches
She turned her grimace into a wide smile, holding in the pain
Even those closest to her have never heard her complain
Her personal time spent in the garden was so sacred
As she turned her face away everything faded.
The next time she awoke and looked in the mirror, if all had gone well, another face would look back at her and in that moment, that final all encompassing moment, she would be reborn in another place, another time, another chance for redemption, another life would be hers to help fulfil dreams and aspirations. She was tired of the game though and sometimes wished the spell or as it was now, a curse, would be lifted.
Which face that looked back at her would be the final one? When would she have done her job properly that she could finally rest and meet her own family in that far off haven of idyllic peacefulness?
Millicent opened her eyes slowly, gradually taking in the daylight
The bed was so comfortable she had slept right through the night
This short break away from home and hearth was just the ticket
No alarm clocks, no kids, no husband to steal all the blanket
Stretching luxuriously Millicent looked at the beside clock
It was gone eight and that was certainly a shock
The thick goose down duvet snuggled around her body
A few more minutes before she rose and found a cup of tea
She would call for room service and have breakfast on a tray
A nice lazy morning would be a good start to the day
The sunshine filtered through the net curtains
The draped thick fabric dressing the window like aprons
Sentinels to the outside world keeping her safe and secure
The bedside table was crowded with paperwork and literature
She would decide what to do with her day when she had eaten
The full English breakfast in decadent fashion.
Ignoring her tablet and her mobile phone
She wanted a few days alone
She ignored her virtual Facebook friends
Ignored the blogosphere, she would make amends
Next week when she rejoined the rat-race
Talking and meeting people face-to-face
For now she would read a book
Digest her food and take a look
At diversions to distract her throughout the day
A tour of the lakes would take her mind far and away
The weather was kind, the river boat was sturdy
With entertainment, a man playing the hurdy-gurdy
Millicent felt refreshed, her face tingled with the fresh air
She must look a tangled mess with her windswept hair
The last day of her mini-break Millicent woke up feeling rather strange, she put it down to the thought of returning home, although she had missed her family and friends, she felt rejuvenated and wondered if she would be able to put in place the changes she wanted.
Of course there would be long discussions with her husband who really didn't like change, with her boss who would look at her quizzically, raising his eyebrow, as if to say, ‘you want to do what?’
Millicent wasn’t going to let anybody knock her ideas down this time, somehow she felt different, she couldn’t put a finger on this feeling but it was almost as though she was a different woman. A woman with a breadth of knowledge gleaned over many years, or even centuries.
She laughed at herself with such fanciful ideas, she was who she was, she couldn’t be anybody else, she would change things about her life but she would still be Millicent.
The shower was hot and wonderful on her skin, the beauty products she’d bought in town were silky smooth as she rubbed them in to her skin. The smell was wonderful, so feminine and reminiscent of a bygone age.
Waiting for the mist to clear from the bathroom mirror, Millicent donned her travelling clothes, a pair of comfortable jeans, a loose T-shirt and a cardigan, socks and ankle boots completed her ensemble.
She picked up her cosmetic bag and looked in the mirror. She smoothed foundation on her face, massaging it lightly into her skin, a glance in the mirror to make sure she hadn't left any streaks, she looked down to choose her eye shade, loaded the brush and applied it in light, quick strokes across her eyelids in shaded graduations.
The finishing touch, the mascara brush was poised over her eyelashes when she felt she was being watched from behind the mirror. Millicent looked at her reflection; there was something subtly different about her face today. She couldn’t understand what was different but different it was.
She turned her head, her profile shimmered in and out of the shadows, Millicent shuddered slightly as she turned to the other side; the contours on her face were subtly different. She took a tissue and wiped away the make-up. It didn't make any difference.
A reassuring murmur; a quiet voice in the back of her mind, a pleasant feeling crept over her, a feeling of relief as another’s mind melded with hers.
Word count: 999