Sometimes I wonder if I'm living in parallel worlds. That each time I make a life-altering decision, or some major event takes place, that all the possible outcomes happen, but in different realities. I married my high school beau, instead of my college boyfriend. I didn't avoid that driver who ran a red light, I … Continue reading Mirror, mirror
Which one is real? The face outside or the reflection in the mirror?
I have been participating in the Indie Ink Writing Challenge for several months, and was thrilled that the powers that be have now offered up the Indie Ink Photo Battle. Like I need an excuse to take pictures... Constructive critiques are welcome, but please play nice. This photo was taken at the Reflecting Pool at Eden … Continue reading Reflection
A poor reflection
Being dead didn’t bother her, being invisible did. If she was stuck haunting this dreary dump, she should at least have fun doing it. A few scary faces, some ghostly finger wiggling, a bit of phantasmic levitation... something. She had tried a full-voiced concert of wailing and a few eerie wind noises. Nothing. What did … Continue reading A poor reflection