This is written for the very first Haibun Thinking challenge.
I have used the prompt below –
“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”
– Ferris Bueller’s Day Off
She looks in the mirror not recognising the face that stares back. Oh, there’s a familiarity alright, a sense of something or someone long gone, but there’s no real connection to the profile looking back. An echo of laughter plays in her head, she smiles. The face in the mirror smiles too, blood red lips that glisten in anticipation. They’re full and rounded, pumping with life; lips to be kissed, to be plundered with passion. And a smile so wide it reaches her eyes. Where blue orbs of mystery are so deep even the water nymphs would drown.
The laughter fades away, replaced by a gentle sway of rhythm. The blue orbs darken into something more, something wild and untamed. Music fills the air and the reflection begins to move, a slow burning flame that dances in the fire. She watches as hands glide over smooth unblemished skin, touching, teasing, and claiming. She sighs, the reflection stalls.
Shadows ebb across the glass, a mist tinged veil colours the edges of the reflection looking back. Her lips become thin and pale against a grey pallid skin and those blue eyes now faded are hidden by the deep lines of age. The reflection recoils at the face looking in. For the reflection is no stranger, but the woman she used to be.
Yesterday is gone,
Today will follow swiftly,
Then tomorrow comes.