Mirror Images #amwriting

Many thanks to you all. I’m still trying to get back into any kind of a routine so that I can be fair and give you all responses on your writing as well. ๐Ÿ’– I always appreciate the time you give me. And, as always, many thanks to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers.

PHOTO PROMPT ยฉย Russell Gayer

Mirror Images

When youโ€™re nine you donโ€™t think anything about a policeman asking you about a van. โ€œThatโ€™s Uncle Danโ€™s.โ€ Because everyone knows he drives a junker.

You and your friends play on the swings, the jungle gym, not knowing what happened two towns over to three little blonde-haired, blue-eyed girls.

Your blonde hair glows like a halo, your smile so innocent, your laugh joyous.

With your grandmother you sing, โ€œTop of the Worldโ€ by the Carpenters. You like the way her eyes lift toward the skies where you hope heaven is.

Itโ€™s in darkness your nightmares come.

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19 replies »

  1. Excellent, Sascha, rminded me of a favourite Everything But the Girl song, Ugly Little Dreams, not so much the content but the sentiment:

    I bet you rue the day
    The angels gave you your share
    Of bright cornflower blue eyes
    And golden hair

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