Wednesday, May 10, 2017

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Post 1529. Wednesday May 10

Friday Fictioneers



I was fixing my new mirror to the wall. A lovely mirror. It made me look more handsome than ever.
Screw one,  two, three - then screw four jammed.  One very angry face stared back at me. Push, twist. The screwdriver slipped banging into the glass right in the middle of my nose. I leapt backwards forgetting it was just my reflection. My beautiful mirror, smashed to smithereens.

Breaking a mirror’s bad luck. That was bad luck enough, surely nothing worse could happen.

I’d buy another one.

I trudged to my car. Guess what  – a side mirror was smashed.

I slouched back indoors, climbed the stairs and crawled into bed.



Thanks Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and for your photograph. 











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34 comments:

  1. Sounds like going back to bed is a wise choice. ~grin~ Happy Writing!

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  2. Some days it's the only answer. Nice work.

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  3. Not a very good day, isn't it. Sleep is the only antidote to this. Good one.

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  4. Mindsets, perspectives and superstitions :)

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    1. If in doubt, go with superstition. Better safe in bed than breaking any more mirrors!

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  5. Yep... go back to bed and start over. Sometimes that is best!

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  6. Uh oh, do these things come in threes? Going back to bed might not be enough.

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    1. That's exactly what I thought - 2 mirrors are enough for one day!

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  7. Some days that's the only way... but it's said that a broken mirror gives seven years of bad luck so that would give you bedsores (bad luck)

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    1. 2 mirrors so that's 14 years in bed! Ouch! Cheers.

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  8. Bigger Girl once damaged the side mirror on Sweetie's car as well as her own rear lights. It was a two for one, just like this!

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  9. Keith, I'd go back to bed too. Let someone else be the almighty, all-conquering hero.
    Well done.
    xx Rowena

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  10. Looks like his whole day went bad. Simply great!

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    1. Not one of his better ones! Glad you liked it.

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  11. As we say 'S--- happens'. I've had those days, too. Just sleep on it.

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  12. Not a good day for mirrors, I guess. I loved the writing about the reflections.

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  13. Hi Keith - hate those days ... on top of that one scowls ... probably bed was the best place - but I guess it'd have been better to push the scowl away and grin and make a joke of the two of them ... a third to turn up ... but better to get it over with! Cheers - have a good weekend ... looks warmer - Hilary

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    1. It certainly is a bit warmer just in time for my Mother's 90th party in Eastbourne Sunday! Cheers Hilary

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  14. Very well done, Keith. I love the way the same photo throws up so many different stories. :)

    Susan A Eames at
    Travel, Fiction and Photos

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    1. Some do some don't - that one did! Thanks Susan

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  15. Dear Keith,

    Some days are like that.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  16. Oh those days when nothing goes right

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  17. Bed sounds like a good idea. Great story.

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