The Skill of the Mask

Flash Fiction

There are masks all around us – every day, everywhere. Some are shoddy, and slip easily. Some are created with great care, and wear well. Does your mask wear well? Do you wear your mask, or does it wear you? If you wear your mask, in the blink of an eye you can take it off and replace it. If it wears you – well, it might be there forever, essentially becoming a false mask, or it might slip off entirely, without you being aware, and leaving you open to the world.

How important is your mask to you? It is a connundrum.

(c) September 2017 Bonnie Cehovet
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In The Dead Of The Night

Flash Fiction

I love walking in the dead of the night. As a kid, in our neighborhood it was perfectly safe to do so . Now, of course, times have changed. But I still love walking in areas that are well lit, late at night.  It is quiet, and I can think.

Walking by the houses, one imagines the stories that they have to tell. The streetlights, the trees, the well tended yards – they are all part of the story.

Past, present, and future become one in the gateway of night. We write, and rewrite, our stories. Choose your ending wisely, my friend!

(c) August 2017 Bonnie Cehovet
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Holding Time In Our Hands

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Time is such an elusive quality, she thought. Can we really hold it in our hands? Time just seemed to slip away, for no reason. It was there, and then it wasn’t. The times that she tried to hold onto it were the times when she became the most frustrated.

Life went so much better when she ignored time, when it held only a minimal place in her life. Time seemed to be the curtain opening and closing on the performance of life.

The ebb and flow of life was just that – movement that was never meant to end.

(c) August 2017 Bonnie Cehovet
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The Party

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Which mask shall I wear tonight. Everybody will be there – it must be a good one. Nothing dark – let me see what I have in the line of carefree and innocent. This might do – light color, light weight, easy to wear.

I have no intent tonight, nothing to accomplish (other than enjoying myself). It will be interesting to watch the others, as they play their stories out. Some stories are dark and intense, some are frivelous, some are outright evil.

I know who to stay away from, and I know who to draw into my flame. Here’s to my flame!

(c) July 2017 Bonnie Cehovet
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Parallel Worlds

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Image from the Shadowscapes Tarot, Stephanie Pui-Mun Law,
Llewellyn Publications, 2011.

Staring into the void, viewing all that was, that is, and that can be. Whatever can be envisioned, can be envisioned here. This is where all worlds have their beginnings, this is where all worlds become possible.

With a bit of confidence, a bit of will power, and a wave of the magic wand, we come to know that reality is whatever we understand it to be. It is both seen and  unseen,  becoming a mirror that looks directly into our souls.

The power of four – Fire, Water, Air, and Earth. In constant flux. What is real, what is not. Magical.

(c) June 2017 Bonnie Cehovet
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The Land of Magic

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Image from “The Book of Shadows: The Lost Code of the Tarot”, Andrea Aste, 2010, Berith & Brimstone.

The Land of Magic – that is where they were both from. Glitter and gold – that’s who they were! Under the Magic Umbrella – so many ideas, so much to see, so much to do. And so little time! Music – that was the thing! They needed music! And dance – they needed to dance to the music!

So they danced – they became part of the music, and the music became part of them. They moved faster and faster, and the world flowed around them. Masks were put on, masks were taken off. Shadows became shadows – reality became uber reality.

(c) April 2017 Bonnie Cehovet
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The Path Out

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Images from the Inspirations For Survivors deck (Aunia Kahn & Russell J. Moon, Schiffer Publishing, 2012).

We have been physically ill ever since that day, the day that … well, “that” day. Then it expanded to all of our selves – our emotions, our thoughts, our spirit. We walked around like proverbial zombies, not knowing what to do, as our world crashed around us.

We had to do something, so we packed our bags. We packed what we needed, and set the rest aside. Then we sat, with our bags packed, wondering where to go. When the mind is clouded, it is difficult to see our options.

Finally, we took that first step.

(c) March 2017 Bonnie Cehovet
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