Lost (Friday Fictioneers, September 2014)

Copyright Janet Webb

I’ve wandered through a mist of confusion… seems like days now.

I remember the coffin, the flowers, the faces of cherished friends, ravaged with grief, mouths moving silently, senselessly.

There’s this feeling that I should do something, go somewhere, but I can’t quite focus on what or where.

I’m lost without you.

But then the door opens, and I see your tired, beloved face.

My heart leaps; it’s all been a dreadful mistake. I knew it.

I move towards you, joyfully.

I must look a mess, I think, glancing at the mirror.

And then I realise.

It’s not you. It’s me.

Sorry to have missed last week’s Friday Fictioneers get-together.  An unseasonal appearance of Le Mistral sent us running for shelter on the Rhone, with winds of 55 kmh, gusting to 94 at times.  When it blew itself out, after three days, we had to try to make up for lost time on our journey down to the Mediterranean.  Today, still on the boat but perched twenty feet up in the air, I hope to participate, courtesy of the chantier’s internet connection. 

About Sandra

I used to cruise the French waterways with my husband four or five months a year, and wrote fiction and poetry. Now I live on the beautiful Dorset coast, enjoying the luxury of being able to have a cat, cultivating an extensive garden and getting involved in the community. I still write fiction, but only when the spirit moves me - which isn't as often as before. I love animals, F1 motor racing, French bread and my husband, though not necessarily in that order.
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73 Responses to Lost (Friday Fictioneers, September 2014)

  1. Dear Sandra,

    I missed you last week and am really happy to see you back here.

    Is this the moment she looks in the mirror and sees her mother? I often wonder how mine managed to get in mine. 😉 Well written, poignant and full of longing.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  2. wmqcolby says:

    Wow. Caught the emotions well. I’m with Rochelle on that interpretation. But, what exactly did you have in mind? Interpretations are lost on me, as you know. I just like reading and you always have good reads.

    Wonderful to see you back! Sorry you missed my previous story. It got people all hot and bothered … no kidding! And I have another new one this week. Well-done, Sandra!

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  3. I thought of a twin sister, or even just a sister. A beautiful story! Similar to mine this week about looking alike and mirrors… great to have you back!

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  4. Ha! Your mirror and mine are quite the same although our brides and grooms are quite different.

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  5. dmmacilroy says:

    Dear Sandra,

    I’m glad to see you again…..(That sounds like something your main character might say, doesn’t it.) I’m glad you weathered the storm. For the record, I thought ‘husband’ in your story. Not sure why, but it seemed to fit her distraught state. Well crafted, as usual.

    Aloha,

    Doug

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  6. What a wonderful story. “It’s not you. It’s me.”, so heartbreaking…not ready to go.

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  7. Sandra, Glad to see you survived the weather problems and finally got underway. Good story. In mourning we’re liable to see anything. I think I understood it. Well written. 🙂 —Susan

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  8. You’re back with another wonderful, multi-layered story, Sandra. Such a sad one, too. I always look forward to coming here to read. Safe and calm travels.

    janet

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  9. yarnspinnerr says:

    Wonderfully lucid.
    I must congratulate you on the simple yet such an elaborate theme.

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  10. BrainRants says:

    Heartbreaking last line. I suspect we attempted similar approaches to this one.

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  11. That was quite cool! I had to read it a third time to figure it out. Sometimes it’s amazing how rich a story can be in only ca. 100 words. 🙂

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  12. Well, I think I have it figured out, and it’s heartbreaking (at least my current interpretation is). Very well done though.

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  13. Nicely done. Aroused many thoughtful replies. I think husband. (Again, thanks for correcting my spelling.)

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  14. shanx says:

    Wonderful story! 🙂 Had to read it again! Best Wishes.

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  15. You can’t see a ghost in a mirror, right? Or am I totally off-base?

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  16. Elizabeth says:

    Hi Sandra, scary story, is she the dead one?

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  17. draliman says:

    Such a sad story, that feeling of being lost, and not knowing what to do.

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  18. To me the story is really about how a person is really destroyed by sorrow.. sometimes there is a way to recovery.. wonder if this is the real bottom.

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  19. paulmclem says:

    Always enjoy your writing. One of the first I read each week 🙂

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  20. plaridel says:

    i figured somebody died. her twin sister perhaps? in a moment of grief, she thought she saw her when actually it was her own shadow that she saw on the mirror.

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  21. Lynda says:

    So many great takes on your story this week, Sandra! I guess each of us brings a bit of our own experience into our interpretation. A lovely story.

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  22. I took it to mean that the narrator, the wife, who was dead, didn’t realize that she was the dead one – or at least forgot momentarily that it was she who had died.

    Nice tale. Randy

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  23. Beautiful story. Those ghosts really know how to pull on the heart strings!

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  24. high five and raspberries says:

    Oh my..a shocking revelation for her. I like the way you led us through her sadness and then pulled the rug out from beneath her. I always enjoy popping in on you. Save travels.

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  25. I’m not quite sure that I have got it yet, but any scenario I think of heart breaking. Beautiful words!

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  26. Perry Block says:

    I read it this way — It is her husband who died, but because the two of them were so much as one, she looks in the mirror and sees him when actually it is her.

    No good?

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    • Sandra says:

      Not right Perry; she looks in a mirror, sees nothing, and realises that she is the one who died, not him. At present she is a lost soul, per the third paragraph. Thanks for thinking about it anyway.

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  27. pattisj says:

    That was an interesting angle from which to write. Always such depth to your writing. Glad to hear you weathered the storm safely.

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  28. rgayer55 says:

    My interpretation was like the movie, The Sixth Sense, where the main character (and the audience) doesn’t realize he’s dead until the very end.
    Wow, if I got it on the first read that’s some kind of miracle. Usually people have to explain it to me in slow, simple English about three times before I comprehend.

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  29. Great last line. You built up quite a punch of dawning horror.

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  30. This is so lovely and so sad. It took me a moment to realise that the narrator is dead person, really well done.

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  31. Interesting how grief can affect people. Clever writing.

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  32. A great piece of writing… my interpretation was that when you love someone you almost become that person and can’t tell where one stops and the other begins…. I love this.

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  33. Sarah Ann says:

    Wonderful how you set this up and revealed in the last line. Very sad. She is indeed lost.

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  34. Nan Falkner says:

    Dear Sandra, Love your story – and how odd to happen. The image in the mirror was quite a start, I bet. Wow – you can throw a wrench into a story! Excellent writing! Oh do go read Kent’s story last week, it was good and glad you’re back 🙂 Nan

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  35. Caerlynn Nash says:

    Well done. I’m hesitant to admit that I didn’t get it right away, but that’s probably what makes it such a wonderful story.

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  36. Amy Reese says:

    Ooh, so eerie, and chilling. She thought her husband might be dead instead of her. I hope I got that right. She is quite lost in her new dimension. Nicely written. Glad you’re safe from the blustering weather. Take care, Sandra.

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  37. Beautiful, beautiful story this week Sandra and welcome back! I read husband here, but Rochelle’s comment really sent me back to read again and I can easily see it may be her mother. Either way, that sense of loss is so real and wonderfully captured here. I think there is that moment in the mirror for all of us who grieve.

    So glad you guys weathered the storm. I appreciated you answering comments and popping in, despite your travails! Glad you’re back on course, and sending wishes for fair skies and pleasant journeys!

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  38. susipet says:

    Really liked this!

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