100WW — Sorry About That

img_2714“We’ll be safe here,” Dan said.

“Right,” Donna said, unable to keep the skepticism out of her voice. “For how long?”

“I don’t know,” Dan admitted. “We made it through the night, didn’t we?”

“What’s up with the flare?” Donna asked. “Are you trying to lead them here?”

Dan put down the flare and walked up behind Donna, putting a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him, comforted by his touch.

“I won’t let them hurt you.” Then ripping off his mask, he said, “But they found me last night, Donna. Now you’re all mine. Sorry about that.”

(100 words)


Written for Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt. Photo credit: Jenni Jones.

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.

Photo Challenge — Anonymous Faces in the Crowd

788C099C-8856-483F-87A1-54A10A14EF00This was an interesting Photo Challenge. We are asked to “create an image that represents being ‘a face in the crowd.’” We are instructed to explore silhouettes, shadows, orientation, and other ways to mask our subjects. “Without facial expression, can you tell how someone is feeling?” the prompt asks. “Without color, does your impression of that person change?”

I don’t know if the photo at the top of this post is cheating or not. It has a face — quite a few, in fact — and there’s a crowd of people. Check, check. I used post-processing to turn the original color photo to black and white. So it’s without color. Check.

But I didn’t use silhouettes, shadows, or orientation to mask my subjects. I used Prisma, a post-processing photo app on my iPhone that “transforms photographs into works of art.” And in that way, I “masked” the faces of my subjects.

As to how the people in the photo are felling, well, they’re all at an anti-Trump rally, so no amount of masking can hide the anger and frustration that everyone there was feeling.

Everyday Masks

F7FD82AE-CD45-46D1-82FB-B5F1DBE44B22“Let’s see,” Dwight said to himself. “What costume should I assume today? Should I be the pleasant man that everyone likes? Or perhaps I’ll play the role of the argumentative, contrarian son of a bitch who picks a fight with anyone who even looks his way.”

Dwight went through this same process just about every morning. “Who do I want to be today?” he would ask himself. “What persona should I be? What role should I play? What costume should I wear?” He loved assuming different roles each time he left his room. No one knew what to expect of him.

Some people thought that Dwight was schizophrenic and had a multiple personality disorder. “Ha!” He thought. “I’ve really got them fooled.”

It had gotten to the point that the first thing people would say to Dwight when they saw him was not “how are you today, Dwight?” but “who are you today, Dwight?” And he loved that. He enjoyed keeping them guessing.

Dwight loved his life. He had no worries, no concerns. He didn’t allow silly things like where to sleep, what to eat didn’t, or how to earn money spoil his fun. Most of all, he loved wearing different masks every day.

And the orderlies, in their white costumes, seemed to enjoy playing the game with him. After all he’d been with them nearly his entire life and it was his destiny to keep them on their toes.


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