MLMM Photo Challenge — The Ugly Reality

E44E6FAD-2C57-4B60-B142-B735C4F0D11D“Oh my God, Samantha,” Eric said. “Your Halloween costume is amazing.”

“Thanks, Eric,” Samantha said. “I’m so glad you like it.”

“How long did it take you to put on that makeup? And how did you get your eyes to look that way?” Eric asked.

“To be honest with you, Eric,” Samantha said, “I didn’t put on this makeup. I took off the makeup I usually wear.”

“I don’t understand what you mean, Sam,” Eric said.

“It’s really quite simple, Eric,” Samantha said. “This, what you see, is who I really am. We are all phantoms who put on a totally different face for all the world to see. We all put on our masks so that others can see us as we want them to see us. None of us is, deep down inside, who we appear to be.”

“That’s not true, Samantha, Eric said. “I’m a what you see is what you get kind of a guy. Now please stop this nonsense. You’re kinda freaking me out here.”

“Oh, Eric, are you really that naive?” Samantha asked. “Do you actually think you’re the person inside that you try so hard to get others to see?”

“Yes, of course,” Eric said. “I am who I am, nothing more, nothing less.”

Samantha reached out and grabbed Eric’s hand and led him inside the house to a large mirror in her bedroom. “Take a hard look in the mirror and tell me what you see,” she commanded.

“What the hell are you talking about, Sam?” Eric asked. “I see my reflection.”

“Close your eyes and open up to your true soul,” Samantha commanded. Eric felt a strange sensation overwhelm his body. “Now open your eyes,” she said, “and see who you really are under your mask.”

Eric slowly opened his eyes, looked in the mirror, and began to scream.29E4B2C2-0176-424C-903C-DFC75FE58224


Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Top photo credit: Kaia Pieters. Bottom photo credit: Google Images.

A Jiffy or Two

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“I’ll be down in a jiffy,” Angie called down to her husband.

Stan looked at his watch and just shook his head. “Yeah, right,” he mumbled under his breath. “In a jiffy. She doesn’t know the meaning of the word.” He picked up the latest issue of a magazine from the coffee table and started absently leafing through it.

Five minutes later he called up to his wife. “Angie, how are you doing up there?”

“If you stop interrupting me, I’ll be down soon,” she yelled back. Men, she thought. How lucky they are that they don’t have to go through this process just to make themselves presentable.

Another five minutes passed and Stan was getting worried that they’d be late for the dinner his new boss had invited them to. He wanted to make a good impression. “Angie?” he called up to her.

“Almost,” she responded.

Now Stan was pacing back and forth in the foyer until he couldn’t take it anymore. He bounded up the steps, walked swiftly to the master bedroom and saw his wife standing just inside the doorway.

“I’m ready,” she said.

“Wow!” Stan looked her over. “You look amazing.”

“See what magic I can do in a jiffy or two?” she said. She smiled at Stan, inserted her arm into his, and they walked the short hallway toward the stairs. “Now let’s go impress the hell out of that new boss of yours.”


Written for today’s one-word prompt, “jiffy.