Here is another of those two-sentence stories with poetry added. I’m thinking of them as “Minuscule” and quick to read.
Read the first Minuscule, the explanation of why I wrote it and got started on this idea, and search under the category Fiction/Poetry Combination for others in the series.
Ally
Cleo stepped in hard and raised her hands higher as she sparred with her opponent, a medium-sized woman wearing a pink top and black shorts who was punching as if her life depended on it and then some. You are one cosmic lady! she whisper-shouted, leaping forward with an extra-sharp jab just as the figure in front of her did the same, said the same, was the same: the music pounded and the exercise class continued, the two cosmic ladies separated only by the wall mirror, passing a smile back and forth through the glass.
Hey you there
you in that mirror
step up here
Double up
that special way we do things
all things. Together.
(Shadorma 80)
3/27/18
The mirror is our friend…haha!
You just gotta find the right angle to see it, right?
I love this study in duality. The self as opponent and as encourager.
haha, I think you are right
Thank you. I have thought of this a lot before I wrote this story, from being at the gym, and seeing our classes mirrored, so that it looks like we are all facing an opponent that is ourselves. I also have always felt a camaraderie in sports that I have never found anywhere else, the sense of striving that we are all doing, even when we are opponents, or even when that opponent is ourselves.
So good! 🙂
Thank you!