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.
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
LikeLike
That’s an interesting interpretation, Rochelle. I wrote it to mean something else, but that could have worked too. 😉
LikeLike
It’s very early here. Perhaps I need more coffee and another read through.
LikeLiked by 1 person
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!
LikeLike
Well I’ll hang off the denouement for a while to see if anyone gets it. 😦
LikeLike
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!
LikeLike
Oooooohhhh…. no now I get it!! ‘It’s not you. It’s me.’ Wow. I love a story I can enjoy at different layers.
LikeLike
Thanks Jessie, glad you got it. I’m still hoping others will. Thanks for persevering.
LikeLike
Ha! Your mirror and mine are quite the same although our brides and grooms are quite different.
LikeLike
Great minds think alike Dawn. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
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
LikeLike
You’re right Doug. It was a husband. And not a dead one, at that. Good to be back, and good to see you here too. 🙂
LikeLike
Okay good. I got it. I felt the pang when she realized it was her, although it didn’t seem to matter as either way they were not together any more.
LikeLike
What a wonderful story. “It’s not you. It’s me.”, so heartbreaking…not ready to go.
LikeLike
Thanks for your reassurance on this one. And for reading and commenting.
LikeLiked by 1 person
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
LikeLike
Thanks for dropping by Susan. 🙂
LikeLike
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
LikeLike
And you too Janet, thank you for dropping by.
LikeLike
Wonderfully lucid.
I must congratulate you on the simple yet such an elaborate theme.
LikeLike
Thank you, I appreciate your comment.
LikeLike
Heartbreaking last line. I suspect we attempted similar approaches to this one.
LikeLike
Indeed we did! Thank you for dropping by.
LikeLike
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. 🙂
LikeLike
Thank you! Glad you liked it.
LikeLike
Well, I think I have it figured out, and it’s heartbreaking (at least my current interpretation is). Very well done though.
LikeLike
Thank you Rachel; I’ve just been to yours – very impressed.
LikeLike
Oh my goodness, thank you so much!
LikeLike
Nicely done. Aroused many thoughtful replies. I think husband. (Again, thanks for correcting my spelling.)
LikeLike
Thank you Alicia. We’ve all done that – no worries. 🙂
LikeLike
Wonderful story! 🙂 Had to read it again! Best Wishes.
LikeLike
Thanks shanx. I keep doing that… 😦 I’ve a very limited repertoire you see…
LikeLike
haha! At times, it’s good to let your readers ponder for a while before they zero in on. Enjoyed it Sandra 🙂
LikeLike
You can’t see a ghost in a mirror, right? Or am I totally off-base?
LikeLike
No, you’re right on the nail Barbara. You usually are. 🙂 Thanks for dropping by. I’ll be catching up on your site soon
LikeLike
You know I love your little twists.
LikeLike
Hi Sandra, scary story, is she the dead one?
LikeLike
She is indeed, Elizabeth. Well done. I hadn’t realised it was so obscure.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Such a sad story, that feeling of being lost, and not knowing what to do.
LikeLike
I’d like to think when my time comes I’ll either not know anything about it or at least have some idea of what I’m supposed to do. 😦 Thanks for reading.
LikeLike
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.
LikeLike
It’s one way of looking at it Bjorn. I actually intended to convey that she is a lost soul who is grieving her separation from her husband but doesn’t realise she is the one who has died.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Always enjoy your writing. One of the first I read each week 🙂
LikeLike
Thanks Paul. I know I’m going to get a good read round your place. 😉
LikeLike
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.
LikeLike
Nope! She looks in a mirror, sees no reflection, and realises she is the one who died.
LikeLike
Ah…yes! I thought maybe she was trapped between the here and the hereafter. I hope she makes it safely across.
LikeLike
darn, i misread it by a mile.
LikeLike
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.
LikeLike
Thank you Lynda. 🙂
LikeLike
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
LikeLike
Well done Randy, restored my confidence there. 😉
LikeLike
Beautiful story. Those ghosts really know how to pull on the heart strings!
LikeLike
Thank you for reading. 🙂
LikeLike
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.
LikeLike
Thank you! Glad you liked it.
LikeLike
I’m not quite sure that I have got it yet, but any scenario I think of heart breaking. Beautiful words!
LikeLike
Oh well, you win some, you lose some… 😉 Thanks for reading.
LikeLike
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?
LikeLike
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.
LikeLike
That was an interesting angle from which to write. Always such depth to your writing. Glad to hear you weathered the storm safely.
LikeLike
Thank you! Yes, we were pleased to arrive at our destination in one piece. And now we have to retrace our steps… 😦
LikeLiked by 1 person
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.
LikeLike
Great last line. You built up quite a punch of dawning horror.
LikeLike
This is so lovely and so sad. It took me a moment to realise that the narrator is dead person, really well done.
LikeLike
Interesting how grief can affect people. Clever writing.
LikeLike
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.
LikeLike
Wonderful how you set this up and revealed in the last line. Very sad. She is indeed lost.
LikeLike
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
LikeLike
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.
LikeLike
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.
LikeLike
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!
LikeLike
Really liked this!
LikeLike