Julia’s 100 word challenge – the phrase for this week is: “… in the dark recess of my mind …” As usual we have 100 words to add to these 7 making 107 altogether.
Here’s my piece – The Trunk
I buried it in the trunk, the one I keep in the dark recess of my mind for just such an occasion. The trunk, with metal clasps and leather straps, is sturdy and secure … but it wouldn’t hold this. Space wasn’t a problem; after all, the trunk is as big as it needs to be. No, I kept digging it out and looking at it. I held it up close and peered into its depths, and I scrutinized it from afar, yet it still would not reveal its secrets. I dissected it into fractured shards only to find I couldn’t reassemble it in any pleasing way. – 107 words
Powerful, intriguing piece. Reminds me of my own shards, but mine pinch me every now and again and force me to look.
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Thank you for your comment. I know, I get pinched and poked and I frantically work to stuff it all back into that trunk. Gotta get better locks.
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I LOVE the trunk that’s “as big as it needs to be”! Wonderful image.
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thank you!
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I think the contents will appear when she’s ready to face them. Lovely piece.
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ahhhhh, wise lady.
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Love the mystery and the idea that the trunk is whatever size is needed. Good use of the prompt!
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Thanks. Gilly.
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I really enjoyed this … the way we try to get our head around something but it can’t be understood from any angle we hold it from. Maybe it cant be boxed and wont be boxed as it needs to be seen – a mystery.
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Thank you so much. 🙂
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Definitely intriguing. I wonder what it is that she is unable to fill away in that mental trunk.
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I know I could make a list.
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I like the fact that you’ve kept it mysterious. If it’s about what I think it is then you’ve described my mind exactly and the irrestistibility of pouring over thoughts best kept buried.
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Perhaps there are some things we are never meant to figure out, or perhaps we are always looking through the veiled mist of our own perceptions.
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Ooo, I like this. Love the idea of the thoughts being buried in a trunk. Great piece.
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Thank you for the comment, Anna.
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Some things are unfathomable even for the dark recess of your mind. I wonder if it will become clear over time and be able to be contained in the box.
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Hopefully it would eventually lie lifeless at the bottom … or it might be like Christmas lights and become mysteriously more tangled over time … or
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Interesting – leaves us wondering.
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Thank you, Sally
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