What if you had a glass following you around all the time? What would you do?
VisDare at Anonymous Legacy – 150 word story to accompany the visual prompt.
Break on Through to the Other Side
What’s up with this? Everywhere I go there’s this glass. It haunts me. It follows me. I turn, it’s there. I sleep, it’s there. I wake up, it’s there. When I speak, the glass seems to multiply, and like soap bubbles, it spews out from mouth and marches off my lips in a Peter Max-like bizarre fashion parade.
It would be funny, except that I see myself reflected in the glass with this sort of split-level face. Something out of a Batman comic book.
What’s with all this? I’m like Alice through the looking glass. Or, like people who live in glass houses, maybe. Or, like that old maxim of smooth as glass… I don’t get it.
Wait. It’s a tumbler. Tumbling Dice? Stones? What is up with this glass? I don’t even drink, so why is it there? Why is it after me?
Leave me alone!
Better take another Xanax and settle my nerves a bit… nothing to really panic about, at least not in a few minutes…