
Marge tried in vain to ignore the reminders that another year was slipping away. Where does the time go? Didn’t they just have the Easter egg hunts, and yet here were Christmas decorations!
Approaching the gaudily decorated, mirrored door, Marge tried to avoid the reflection of her lined face.
Only it wasn’t there.
Nor were any of the throngs of people. The park reflected from across the street, serene in the fresh-fallen snow, beckoned.
The world wouldn’t end if she missed work, would it? She turned and walked across to the park, the first smile in weeks on her lips.
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Word count = 100
Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © Dale Rogerson. Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.
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Dale’s photo was labeled “Magic Door”. I liked that, and so named my story after the photo :)
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I like it
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Thanks :)
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Time goes by far too quickly. I’m all for some additional play days.
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I am too – it has been far too long since I got up in the morning and, at the last minute, decided to skip work…
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I know that feeling of just needing to get away for a while. One silver lining of all the quarantines this year is the serenity of a lot of the world that is used to bustle. Good story.
-David
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We all do need to get away on occasion, and this year more than most – I’m lucky and live in a place where I can go take a long walk in the woods and not worry about meeting other people. Thanks.
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It is as if she really just enjoys the moment as the world slips past. Age does that to people.
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She was so caught up in that limited world of sleep, eat and work, that she was looking for that escape from the “real world”. Age does do it, but it happens to everyone – I used to play hooky, or take “mental health days”, at least a few times a year were I’d wake up in the morning and say, “I’m not going to work; I’m going out -there-, out there to explore…” Hmm, I should do that more often these days.
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A peaceful walk can bring a smile to many during these isolated away from everything times.
Nice write, Trent.
Isadora 😎
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I have to get away occasionally and just “be”. I think more people should take those little time outs and just live. Thanks :)
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I think it’s difficult for some people to get out and ‘Be’ without feeling guilty. Good for you for taking care of ‘You’.
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I do know many people that think life is about work, or something like that, and feel guilty if they are not “accomplishing” anything..
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Yes, type A personalities. My hubby cannot sit without feeling guilty that he’s not working. He’s in isloation-COVID prison since there aren’t any art shows anymore. Have a quiet and relaxing Sunday. ~~~ : – )
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Good! Taking time to live in the moment is the real present one can give themselves. :)
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We do need to do that old cliche and stop and smell the roses on occasion – it’s what life is about :)
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Yep, it sure is!
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Mysterious and magical. I loved it, Trent!
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Thanks!
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Just what she needed to realise the important things in life. Time enough to worry about work when she gets fired for skiving off :-)
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cough, cough, I was sick, really. Uhm, no, that wasn’t me you saw in the park across the street… It is important to find that balance, that you need to occasionally take time for yourself.
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A fun story. I like the subtlety of the magic door: not a strange alien world, just slightly off from what it should be reflecting.
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Right: reality is still there, only you notice what needs to be seen in a mind clearing way…
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Chills and tingles … ” Marge tried to avoid the reflection of her lined face. Only it wasn’t there.”
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Sometimes we need to see what is behind that lined face, either literally, like the beckoning park, or figuratively, like the “spiritual need” to spend the day in that park instead of in the office…
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Hear hear!
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Lovely piece, and Dale’s pic is very neat! She takes cool pics.
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Thanks! yes, I always enjoy Dale’s photos :)
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I love this… it’s so inspirational. You can hear the hint of age… the hope of dreams… so much more. Really liked this one this week.
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Thanks!
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There must be something magical about the park too.
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Very magical – it’s not work!
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I love that Rochelle called my photo “magic door” (‘specially since it’s a window). Now that said, I love that this door called her to go and find some magic!
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Lol, I never know what part of the input is from Rochelle and what is from the person providing the photo. It looks like a door, though ;) The door itself may have had zero magic, but, as you said, it was exactly what she needed to go out and find some on her own.
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If you saw the whole picture, you’d see the table in front of it 😉
And that’s the beauty of this, isn’t it? It’s not what you look at, it’s what you see…
I loved your story
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If there is one thing that FF proves, it is that line, it’s what you see… Thanks :)
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Which is the best part of this challenge
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Yes! Seeing what others see is great!
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Well, damn, I need to know what happened – in case I find myself in front of such a door and don’t see my own reflection. I want to know what’s on the other side before I make the decision on whether or not to open that door. Now I guess I have to think it up myself, and that’s not always good, as anyone who’s been to my site knows. Stay safe, Trent.
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So, the way I had thought about it is she saw the reflection of the park (the park wasn’t on the other side of the door, thus “She turned and walked across to the park”). One of two possibilities – she saw what she needed to see, i.e., that she needed to slow down, smell the roses, etc., or that she was already in that next world and too late ;)
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Some days one must do what one must. There is a time for every purpose under heaven
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We do occasionally need to take that bit of a time out…
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Ah, yes. We all need a break from the routine now and then!
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Yes we do. Slow down and smell the roses, as they say. It’s been a while since I woke up and decided to play hooky, but maybe I should think about it ;)
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I retired a little over a year ago, so I have more time now to decided to play hooky, so to speak. It’s nice :)
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I’m looking forward to retirement when I can play hooky every day… today was one of those days I would have loved to have been out fishing with Tom and Huck…
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I loved the way you crafted this. I’m guessing Marge has passed into another world?
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Thanks. When I was writing it, I was thinking that the “magic door” was showing her what she needed to see – that she had to slow down and enjoy life or she would be in another world before she realized, but when I finished, I realized that it could be read that she was already there, and the weight of this world dropped from her back as she entered the next one. So I will let you interpret it which ever way you like…
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Dear Trent,
You had me at Marge not seeing her own reflection. It seems she’s about to enter the next world and it’s magical. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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It is possible that the magic door is showing here the next world, “The Park”, but it is possible that the beauty of the park is all that she notices in that door, and understands she needs to stop and smell the roses. I’ll leave it to interpretation if it is a bit of a slowdown to take a breath, or a full stop, that last breath already gone.
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I feel that Marge is walking into more than the park, Trent, perhaps into the next world?
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That is one I will leave to interpretation… It could be a bit of a slowdown to take a breath or it could be a full and complete stop, too bad, no more breaths.
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I think we all need a change this year, Trent. Great piece.
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We all do need a change! It is nice to play hooky and take that day off to do nothing but smell the roses… Thanks.
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Intriguing story. I wonder what she is really walking into. Great ambiance in this story.
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Thanks. I will leave up to interpretation where she is or where she is going…
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I feel like Marge. Just waiting on the first snow to arrive.
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The seasons do fly by far to quick… We had our first snow, but it has been up around 20 C or higher for the last week..
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