The Other Side Of The Doorway

doorway

I close my eyes, and the doorway is still there. Doorway … gateway … all the same. What matters is that it is there, in front of me. Do I go through, or not? Does it matter what is on the other side? It is my choice, my future. A round doorway … no sharp edges … all I need to do is step through. Green on this side, green on the other side. A very living, breathing green. I will never know what is there … unless I make the choice to walk up those steps. I close my eyes, and feel myself drifting into the future.

(c) January 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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The Christmas Angel

Christmas Angel

I lit the fire in the fireplace, and sat down, drink in hand. This was a tradition for me, every night of the Christmas season. The tree went up on December 1st, and came down on New Year’s Day. I loved decorating it – placing the bits and pieces that I had collected over the years on the branches, writing a new story with them each year.

The little angel at the top – her story stays the same each year. She was a gift from someone that had left my life. She reminds me of good times, and bad.

I honor her, and she honors me.

(c) December 2018 Bonnie Cehovet
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Christmas Ornaments

Christmas Ornaments

Amanda sat, staring at the Christmas ornament sitting in from of her. Odd how memories can be attached to inanimate objects. It had been her mother’s, but her mother was dead.

Why had her mother kept it? Why not give it away – or throw it away. Her mother had clung to it all these years. For her it represented hope. For Amanda, it represented the day that her father had walked out of their lives – never to return. She put the memory back in the box, and put the lid on. She was not going to allow this memory to haunt her.

(c) December 2017 Bonnie Cehovet

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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

time

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

Mardi Gras Mask

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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