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Reflected Image
Flash Fiction/ FaithWriters Writing Challenge
Word Count 402
Once
again, here I am standing in front of that old bathroom mirror staring
at my own reflection. My eyes walk over the outlines of my mirror-image
as a man travels the hiking trails that set off along a great mountain’s
ledge. After a minute, that last for what seems days, I come back to the
center of this reflection who is staring back at me with the same dumb
look on its face. I slowly bring myself closer to the mirror, face to
face, breath to breath, and look into those light chocolate brown eyes.
Deeper and deeper I search like a diver peering into a dark ocean in
wonder of the mysteries that live down, way down, in its deep places. So
many questions I want to ask. So many demands I want to make. So many
things I wish I could change.
Camping out in my own image for what seems like forever, I can clearly see
how life has weathered this man’s veneer. With a past full of pain, sorrow,
love, loss, excitement, accomplishment, and disappointment, and a future
full of dreams unfulfilled, I still come to the same questions: Who are you?
Where are you going? Why are you here? Want do you stand for?
For
years I have come to this silent meeting every single day and asked the same
questions. Many times I have come mad, hurt, and disappointed but always
sure of the same answer… silence. This silence, an awesomely tangible
nothing, is so full of miscellaneous conversations that are too loud and too
fast for me to understand any of them clearly.
At
times I want to escape from my reflection and allow him to take the burdens
of this life. At other times I am almost sure that I have seen him try and
escape into whatever lies beyond the walls of his bathroom mirror. Is his
world the same as mine? Is he living a better life? Or is he confined
forever to the lonely solitary confinement of Reflected Image. It is
an ever present cycle of madness.
It is
easy to get mad and blame him for all the evil done, but as I point my
finger and yell at him, he, never owning up points right back and yells it
all at me. There is no escape.
And then
I wonder…who is the reflection here? Of course it is him… or is it me?
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