It is time for the Second Campaigner Challenge! I didn’t participate in the first one because I was a judge and while I would not have judged my own entry, I felt it inappropriate to submit a work of my own. I enjoyed reading all the entries though, and congratulate the winners!
The rules for this challenge are:
Write a blog post in 200 words or less, excluding the title. It can be in any format, whether flash fiction, non-fiction, humorous blog musings, poem, etc. The blog post should:
- include the word “imago” in the title
- include the following 4 random words: “miasma,” “lacuna,” “oscitate,” “synchronicity,”
If you want to give yourself an added challenge (optional and included in the word count), make reference to a mirror in your post.
For those who want an even greater challenge (optional), make your post 200 words EXACTLY!
Makes for some fun, doesn’t it=) It is certainly a challenge though, and one I’ve dug deep to meet. (It is exactly 200 words and there’s a reference to a mirror involved… can you find it?) Here follows my entry:
The garden glowed under the stars: a miasma of bright colors and heady scents. I reached for her hand, taking comfort in the warmth.
“What is it, child?”
I asked a question I already knew the answer to. “Is Daddy coming home?”
“You inquire where I see you already know the truth,” she said as she searched my eyes.
“No,” she said wiping a tear from my cheek. She walked into her garden next to a koi pond reflecting the full moon. “Do not fear the lacuna you feel in your heart.”
I didn’t know what that meant, but I nodded.
She started dancing then. It was swaying at first, but soon her feet and arms moved to a melody I couldn’t hear. She moves like the wind, I thought.
That’s when the flowers started to grow. Later, I would think it a dream. I’m not so certain now.
“Do not oscitate at me, child,” she said, never stopping her dance. “Join me in my dance of mourning.”
I walked to where she moved with more grace than I could ever hope for. Even then I wondered at the synchronicity of her dance and the growing flowers.