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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Chaos

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In the beginning, it was all just a project – create a new world, and see where it goes. It had people, animals, vegetation, water, soil – everything needed for life. And so there was life. I wanted to be hands off in this project – in that everyone and everything had their own free will. So be it – everyone and everything made their own decisions, and reaped their consequences. There are always consequences.

The current consequence – chaos. Chaos of mind, chaos of heart. History repeating itself – which should never, ever happen. I will stand back, and we will see where this goes.

(c) February 2017 Bonnie Cehovet
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The Burial

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One might expect rain in this part of the country, but on this day the sun was shining. Rather an oxymoron – the sun shining as we put to rest a revered friend and colleague.  The loss has really not begun to set in yet. The memorial service saw people from diverse parts of his life sharing memories and accolades. Tears were falling, and there was a general sense of shock. There has been nothing like this since Senator Ted Kennedy’s funeral – and hopefully there will not be another one soon. He fought the good fight – and now we move on.

(c) January 2017 Bonnie Cehovet
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Father Time

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Time … it certainly keeps moving forward. Time for me to move on , to re-enter as my younger self. You will continue to see me everywhere – the Grim Reaper,  Father Time, Saturn, Time Keeper, Chronos. I am endings and new beginnings, I am the destructive energy in life, I am the constructive energy in life. I am life.

Like it or not, I do play a part in your life. Are you going to play nice? Are you going to recognize me? What do you want to do with your time? You really don’t want to play games with Father Time!

(c) January 2017 Bonnie Cehovet
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