Through the Looking Glass

100 word story

Five minutes from now she will dive, sip nectar. All cares of a moment ago, lost to the thrumming now. 

The wash is hung, now I lift my face, feel the whoosh of sun-drenched sheets.

A bee throws itself at the window.

“Why would you want in?” she thinks, irrational anger rising.

Her fist rattles the pane. Looking away from her reflection, she files this indiscretion. Five minutes to Five, her glass is poised and ready. Tomorrow's glow rises, a frost-etched hope jingling the back of her throat. She is going through all of the motions.

Rise, slip, repeat.          

Reviews

[Shannon]

Simple, powerful battle with addiction. The bee parallel inventive. Well written.

[Warrior]

I never heard of the term "frost etched" but it creates feeling, and that isgood.

[Kristina Moulaison]

Thanks for reading! Me either. :) I was thinking of glasses that are etched and frosty I think. You have one as your profile pic I see, well etched( or perhaps just colored) at least.