Thursday, October 21, 2010

Magpie Tales untitled fragment #2 A Fable


drew on my sweater and slipped my feet into my sandals. My room was on the top floor of a tall tower. The stairs descended in a narrow spiral. The steps were old and worn from the many feet that descended before me.

Down, down, down I crept. Impossible to hurry. Somewhat dizzying. Think Jimmy Stewart in Vertigo. When I at last reached the foyer, immediately I faced myself. Two doors made of large mirrors stood sentinel. The guardians at the gate.

I ran my hands around the wooden door frame, searching for a knob. Nothing. I pressed my hands and then the full force of my body against the mirrors. Nothing. Unlike Alice, I could not find my way through the glass. No surprise. I had tried to leave at least 10.5 times before and never found the magic words or key to unlock the doors.

I stood back and stared at my self. A thin, gray-haired aging hippie dressed in a patchwork skirt and black turtleneck that had lost its spring. Cloisonne earrings dangled against my cheek, my face looked haggard and pale. The small rose tattoo on my left ankle was barely discernible.

"Let me out, " I whispered to the guardians. I tempted them with the wad of dollar bills I carried in my skirt pocket. I danced. I sang. I told a joke. The mirrors merely reflected back my inadequacy. In frustration I......

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11 comments:

  1. and the story continues to tempt me- more please!

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  2. it's hard when we start to lose the magic we once relied upon...deeper into the bag of tricks we much reach :)

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  3. This is such an intriguing tale. I so hope she can escape!

    Teresa

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  4. Ah but to find the magic of the pane... freedom awaits.

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  5. Love that you are using the prompts to write a continuing story...

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  6. I think we all want to be "let out" of aging..but you are truly "you"..well done...

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  7. Oh, man, I didn't want this to end! I like your references to Jimmy Stewart and Alice in Wonderland. Very evocative write, Suki.

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  8. ha fanciful magpie...darn magic mirrors...let me out...smiles.

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  9. such a perfect description of what the inner experience of feeling young inside an aging body is like...at least that is how I understand your tale. It is how I feel when I look at my rapidly changing body, not ravaged by age as much as disease...but still the feeling of being trapped, young, strong and healthy and then seeing this other version of me reflected in the mirror...does have an Alice in Wonderland quality.

    well done.

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