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Moon Goddess

by tusker 

Posted: 23 July 2009
Word Count: 395
Summary: For Avis's challenge.


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Sebastian presented me with a large silver mirror. It hangs upon my bedroom wall. Sometimes, when I look into the mirror, I feel my mind taken up with many strange but peaceful thoughts.

He said he bought it in an antique shop. Its beauty seemed to have drawn him in. He laughed saying that his own reflection appeared more handsome despite the deep scars that pucker his cheek, forehead and chin.

Beside the mirror, he found a silver necklace, its pendant shaped in a number 4. Often, when I wear the necklace, I feel it vibrate like little taps of fairy fingers. Sebastian laughs when I mention this sensation but doesn’t suggest that I’m a little insane.

He also gave me a silver statuette of a Moon Goddess. Sebastian thought her beautiful. Said it reminded him of the way I once was when we first met at a college party that winter's night, thirty years ago.

These gifts were presented to me, last September, and I treasure the thought that my husband took such care in selecting perfect presents in celebration of our Silver Wedding Anniversary.

They compliment the pastel shades of my bedroom, adding a touch elegance to the room. Through a Georgian window, I can see lawns, rose beds and a high wall, beyond; a sturdy granite wall that protects the garden from keen easterly winds.

Sebastian promised me that I’d be safe here. He pledged that he’d always take care of me. Even after what happened all those years ago, he has remained loyal and true to our marriage vows.

For two years we were lovers. Then we married. Five years later, I lost our baby. Around that time, I attacked Sebastian though I have no memory of the terrible incident.

Now I’m here, safe, in this lovely house. Sebastian lives in the city, but drives down to visit every other weekend. When he arrives, I tell him about the Moon Goddess who keeps me calm with her silent wisdom. I speak of the necklace and its gentle tapping assurances whenever I feel anxiety rise.

Later, after our walk around the gardens, both of us stand in front of the silver mirror with his arms around my waist, clasping me tight. As we stand there, we smile at our younger reflections. Then he releases me and says goodbye until the next time.








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Jumbo at 15:52 on 23 July 2009  Report this post
Jennifer

I like this a lot. It has a calm creepiness to it and you pose so many questions, most of which (thank you) you don't answer!

The scars on her husband's face? Surely SHE didn't do that?

And what is this Georgian building in which your character occupies her pastel shaded room?

My only thought was that if she is where I think she is ( no, I refuse to say what I think! ), would she be allowed to have a mirror on the wall? Broken glass, and all that?

But that's a tiny point. This is wonderful, a great piece of writing.

Thanks.

john

Findy at 16:37 on 23 July 2009  Report this post
Agree with John totally, a great flash Jennifer.

Loved the descriptions, very moving and powerful lines, I loved this one especially,

Sebastian laughs when I mention this sensation but doesn’t suggest that I’m a little insane.



findy



tusker at 17:11 on 23 July 2009  Report this post
Hi John,

So glad you enjoyed it. Yes, she hurt her husband.

She's living in a home her husband has provided for her. She's not a danger to herself or her husband anymore.

Jennifer



tusker at 17:12 on 23 July 2009  Report this post
Thanks Findy for your kind comments.

It came to me early yesterday morning.

Jennifer

V`yonne at 14:44 on 24 July 2009  Report this post
Oh, tears prickling at my eyes

tusker at 14:52 on 24 July 2009  Report this post
You've been peeling onions again, Oonah.

Jennifer

Jordan789 at 16:07 on 24 July 2009  Report this post
This is frighteningly odd! Very good job with the creepy. I like the creepy.

I wonder about that mirror, and why the story begins with the mirror rather than well, with something else?

Through a Georgian window, I can see lawns, rose beds and a high wall, beyond; a sturdy granite wall that protects the garden from keen easterly winds.


Seems a lovely place to be holed up!

Jordan

Bunbry at 07:15 on 25 July 2009  Report this post
Jennifer, this is you at top form! A very nice piece indeed with lots to enjoy, you manage to mix beautiful descriptions with an interesting storyline. Great stuff

Nick

tusker at 07:18 on 25 July 2009  Report this post
Hi Jordan,

Thanks for your comments.

It started with the mirror because it's the first item her husband saw in the shop, also as it's larger, it's a dominant feature in her room, and she can see her younger self reflected within.

Jennifer

tusker at 07:18 on 25 July 2009  Report this post
Hi Nick,

Thanks for that. Glad you can see the whole picture.

Jennifer

crowspark at 21:29 on 25 July 2009  Report this post
Shades of Algernon Blackwood! Very good. Great use of the challenge. A spooky and effective tale.

Forbes at 22:48 on 25 July 2009  Report this post
Spooky Jennifer.

I heard a singsong voice in my head reading this. A very passive voice. Heartbreaking really and wonderfully evocative.

Well done

Avis

tusker at 08:30 on 26 July 2009  Report this post
Many thanks, Bill and Avis.

Jennifer


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