Friday February 10th, 2017

The exercise:

Write four lines of prose about: the mirror.

Miles had a much better night last night and seems to be on the road to recovery. Huge relief. Max's cold is still lingering but I'm hopeful that the warmer weather and more outdoor time will help him out.

I didn't wake up with a sore throat this morning, which gave me hope. But my voice felt a little strained for most of the day and I got pretty congested after getting home from work.

Pretty sure my body is waiting for me to relax Saturday night/Sunday morning, at which point it will allow this illness to knock me on my ass.

Doing what I can to prevent that.


"Oh my God, what foul magic is this?" the actress screamed, flinging the hand mirror across the room - where it landed, rather disconcertingly, safe and sound on a small, red cushion.

"The Mirror of Minerva does not show exterior beauty," the old crone said with a grin that revealed three missing teeth (those remaining were yellowed and jutting in every direction), "only inner beauty."

"Oh, then I'm sure when you gaze into it you must be nearly blinded by your magnificence, is that it?"

"Oh no, dearie," the crone cackled, "I can assure you that I am just as hideous on the inside!"


Greg said...

Good luck on not getting (too) sick, though it seems at least as though you'll only be ill when the boys are recovered, which is one small blessing. Max can bring you chicken noodle soup and read to you from his books :)
I think I'd like to find the Mirror of Minerva myself and place it somewhere secure but public and see how the world copes with it :) Great invention, and very nicely presented with the actress and the crone. Of course, I'm now wondering what the crone's ulterior motive is....

The mirror
"Mirror neurons are what allow humans to put themselves in someone else's shoes, imagine what they're thinking, and predict their actions based on that. They're really what separates us from other mammals."
"That's very wise, Michael. Now get out of my bloody dress and high heels and take my make-up off!"

Marc said...

Greg - man, if only he brought me soup and read to me. Mostly he just wanted to drag me off the couch to go play with him.

Hah, was not expecting that final line at all :D Beautifully pulled that one off, good sir.