2661. Freewrite

It was like an echo from the past, or a dream that he was only now just remembering. He recognized everything about the room, even though he was sure he’d never been there before. He knew the paintings on the walls, could name the artists who’d painted them. The only thing that puzzled him was the small framed mirror that hung near the mouth of the hallway, just low enough that he’d have to bend to see directly into it. Taro walked over to the mirror, the clop of his boots against the stone floor an all too familiar refrain. He bent. Only a midget could see from this height. Or maybe a child.

The frame was gilded and edged with ornate kanji-like lettering in a language the half-Japanese man did not recognize. It was as if the words were pretending to be Asian script. The mirror itself was large enough that he could see the entirety of his face but little else. That is why he surprised when the child grabbed his leg from behind. He spun and swung out more from instinct than any threat he perceived. He had just enough of his wits to stop from striking the girl in the head.  She stared up at him through almond shaped eyes. Her skin looked porcelain against the pink of her bathrobe. She did not flinch or move at all. She only stared. He said, “Hello?”

Perhaps she hadn’t heard him. After the third attempt he started to believe she couldn’t hear at all.

 

Some Thoughts:

  1. That piece is part of a prompt from ‘Complete the Story’ a daily story book. you’re supposed to finish one page with the starting paragraph already written for you.
  2. Yesterday’s blog was given the wrong title. It has been corrected.
  3. That was the most passive sentence ever.

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