100 words for Friday Fictioneers, all of whom can see their reflections in a mirror. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields frames the photo prompts and this week’s is from Janet Webb, mayor of Webb City, Missouri. Thank you, Janet.
Woke up, fell out of bed, dragged a comb across my head. Found my way downstairs and had a cup, and looking up…
…I shake off Aoide’s insistent voice. Nothing in five weeks and now she’s all I hear. Figures from the past speak to me, an incoherent cacophony. Mneme making up for lost time? There is a note on the hall mirror.
So, back on the horse.
Mrs. Mayor
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