Bloggy Moms Writer’s Workshop Prompt for 6-20-11

Alice tried to remember who had given her the key.

It lay flat on her open palm. Shiny, cold, almost mocking her.

She stared at the key.  She waited.

Her mind refused to cooperate.

Sighing, she closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the wall.

Where was she? Why couldn’t she remember who gave her the key?

The key. It meant something. But what?

Think, think, Alice pleaded with herself. Why would you have a key?

Maybe if she looked around the room. Standing, her eyes took in her surroundings. It had a feel of being familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time. She searched for a door. Maybe the key would fit into the door. Panic gripped her heart as she realized there wasn’t a door. Only three smooth walls and a mirror. She turned towards the mirror. She felt a compulsion to stand close to the mirror.

Standing nose to glass, Alice stared in her eyes. Willing herself to remember why she had a key. Why was it so important to know who gave it to her.

Becoming very still, she saw such sadness coming from her eyes. She wondered about the sadness.

Am I sad because I don’t know where I’m at? She wondered. Her mind rewound to the panic she felt when she couldn’t find the door. Strange, I would think I’d see fear in my eyes, not sadness. She tilted her head. Her reflection mimicked her perfectly. Sighing, she turned from the mirror.

Maybe the walls held a secret door. Hope sped up her heartbeat. She walked over to the first wall. She touched it. It felt cool to her hands. Almost freezing. She pulled her hands away. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to spot anything that showed where a door could be hidden. Flat. Nothing but flat.

She turned her attention to the next wall. Leaning in, she held her breath as she searched.

Touch the wall, her mind whispered. Alice reached for the wall. She drew her hands back quickly. How can one wall feel cold and another warm? Warm and inviting?

The room started to spin. What was going on here? Did someone give her something that altered her reality? Why couldn’t she remember the key or how she ended up in this room? What was going on with her?

Breathe, just breathe. Alice inhaled deeply. Breathe out slowly. Alice exhaled slowly. Good girl. Don’t panic. If you panic, you’ll miss something. You’ll lose the answers you’re looking for.

“What answers am I looking for?” Alice asked aloud. Her voice sounded foreign to her ears.

No one answered. Still, she waited. The only sounds were her controlled breathing and silence. Silence so excruciating loud and quiet. Why was everything so opposite and the same.

She hadn’t touched the third wall. Looking towards the third wall, Alice hesitated. She wasn’t sure what the wall held. Instincts told her it would help to understand why she had the key. Swallowing, Alice walked slowly towards the wall. It appeared to be the same as the other two walls. Same color. Same texture. Narrowing her eyes again, she searched for a hint of a door. She looked slowly to the left. She looked slowly to the right. Her eyes scanned slowly up. Her eyes scanned slowly down. Nothing. She shook her head. It just didn’t make sense but yet somehow she knew. She knew the wall held a clue. Hands shaking, she reached towards the wall.

Alice gasped as the force of the wall grabbed her hands and pulled them to it. Struggling, she tried to free herself. She was trapped. Panic filled her whole existence. Is this how I die, she vaguely thought. Is this how it ends.

Remain still. Become calm. Don’t fight it.

Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. Alice felt her heart slowing down. She felt her mind slowing down. Her body relaxed. Her hands relaxed. A memory flowed into her mind. Filling her mind as smooth as water filling a glass. The memory quenched her anxiety just as water quenches thirst.

Turning towards the mirror, Alice sees her reflection.

And a familiar woman sitting in front of a mirror.

Alice walks closer. Eyes never blinking. Never not seeing.

The woman appears unaware of Alice. She is frantically applying foundation to her face. Her mouth moves just as frantically but Alice can’t hear what she is saying. The woman leans forward, isn’t satisfied with the result. Movements become even more frantic. She applies the make up faster, thicker. She stops. Alice freezes. The woman sits back and smiles. Alice exhales.

Suddenly, Alice understands. This woman is desperately trying to  hide her sadness from the world. She doesn’t want the world to know the depths of her pain and sadness. She puts on a thick mask and goes into the world, pretending all is right with her.

Release your pain. Forgive yourself. Forgive those who’ve caused you pain.

Alice feels pain in her hand. She looks. The key. How has she not dropped the key? She’s touched the walls. And yet, the key still remains in her hand.  Is this a dream? Is my mind trying to tell me something?

Alice looks in the mirror. The woman has vanished. Something else has replaced the woman. She steps closer. She stops. In the reflection, she sees a door frame.

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2 Responses

  1. WOW!! I'm speechless!! This is incredible. You had me sucked in the entire time. I want to know more, read more. Will there be more?–Stephanie, The Drama Mama from Bloggy Moms.

  2. Thank you, Stephanie. I think there will be more. I had fun getting lost in this story. Thanks, again.

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