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Reflections- Prompt Story 6/29/14

Dierdre had just turned 52 years old but was living the life of a woman much older. She had no family and lived on a small alcove on the coast of Oregon. At 40 years old she had moved here for more peace then the city offered. When loneliness consumed her she opened theWool-y Mammoth. It was a wool store and spinning area in an old beer warehouse. Between the secluded location and the niche market there was not much business. Most of the people who came in were travelers looking for a bathroom. However, she didn’t lose too much money and it was what she did with most of her time alone.

` The life Dierdre lived was not a bad one. When she wasn’t spending time at the Mammoth she was walking on the beach. Her house faced one about 4 miles long and always empty. Every morning when the sun rose it would reflect against the sea glass that lined the water line. It was uncommon for tourists to visit so the sea glass just piled up remaining untouched. On a particularly gorgeous morning, Dierdre was walking in the water instead of on the sand and could see her reflection in each individual stone she passed. Her hair was a fading light brown and her eyes were nothing spectacular. The most lookworthy feature of her face was her larger Jewish nose, but it certainly didn’t make her look ordinary.

She walked almost the entire span of the beach when she noticed her reflection started to look a little different. A little younger. She started walking faster and the stones showed a younger and younger face. Her hair got darker and eyes seemed brighter. She was wearing orange and green clothes and couldn’t have looked more than 12 years old. Dierdre looked at her hands to confirm she wasn’t really getting younger somehow. She saw the same worn and callused hands she worked with every day but when she looked at the stones, there was a girl who looked like herself 40 years ago.

After looking around, she decided to let herself be crazy for a second, and speak to the girl she was staring at. “H..hello?” Her voice caught. The last time she vocalized was probably three solid days ago.

In a shrill, childish voice the reflection responded. “Hi! I am Gwen! I am looking for the treasure on the beach!” Everything she said seemed to have an exclamation mark at the end. Dierdre had no idea what to do. She took a step back and looked back at the sun. Had she passed out and was dreaming or was she truly going crazy? She glanced back down at the glass stones and the young girl who identified as Gwen was still there. “So do you know where it is? I am trying to make a map!”

Dierdre was beyond confused and sure she was dreaming but decided to go along with it. She responded, “I am not sure what treasure you are referring to, uh Gwen is it?”
“Yeah, don’t you remember me? I am an adventurer! We are looking for the magic conch.”

“Remember you? Have we met before?” There was a vague resemblance but Dierdre could not tell her apart from the children she used to work with. Gwen didn’t respond, she just looked around seemingly at the same time that Dierdre did. “Okay well, let’s look, I guess. You want a conch shell?”

“The magical conch! The one we have been looking for all week!”

She didn’t understand what the girl was saying but started walking back along the beach kicking the sea glass, looking for a conch. They weren’t often on this beach but she was going to look anyway. The further she walked, the quieter the girl got, as if she was yelling. “Hurry up! We don’t have much time?”

“Much time? What do you mean?” Dierdre was dedicated at this point and started nearly running along the beach, fighting through the lack of breathe.

“Wait. Wait no. It’s over here!”

“Di don’t go that far! Come back right now.”

She stopped running and looked around, gasping for breath and sweating. Di? No one had called her Di since her mother died a few years ago. The voice sounded familiar too. Dierdre sat down and thought for a moment. Very quickly she remembered that wasn’t a new experience, it was a memory. As a child at the beach house she would roleplay Gwen the adventurer. She laid down and took a nap, bewildered. When she woke up, she walked back to the other side of the beach hoping to find Gwen again but never did. Her reflection remained her current self and she never discovered why that time way was any different.