Memory Vase


Do vases have memories? I certainly hope this one does! It had been in my late husband’s family for generations, and was bequeathed to me by his mother. She and I shared a link that neither one of us really understood, but that we both valued.

The vase came with a letter from my mother-in-law, encouraging me to look deeply into the past, because this is where I would find my future. I ran my hand gently over the bottom of the vase on the inside. There was an envelope there, securely glued. I knew immediately that this was the key to my future.

(c) February 2018 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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The Fool


From the “Daniloff Tarot” (Third Edition, 2016) by Alexander Daniloff.

It is not so easy to be a Fool, you know. It took me a lifetime to fine tune the skill. I had to learn to trust myself, and my instincts. I had to learn to be free. I had to believe that I had potential – that i could actually do all of the things that I dreamed of. Now that I have learned all of this, I know the shocking truth – that to maintain who I am, I have to hide my abilities from the world. I can only show small pieces at a time – then I need to pull back.

(c) March 2017 Bonnie Cehovet
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Same Time Next Year

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Was I ready for this? I looked in the mirror, not wanting to see what might be there. The face that peered back at me was well made up, conservative in the Jackie O tradition. The manicure was professional, with short nails done in clear polish. A black Chanel suit was completed with black heels from Saint Laurent. The pearls that he had given me so long ago sat well in my ears. A Chanel envelope purse and black gloves rested on the table. My hands trembled as I lifted the hat to my head. Funerals are never easy.

(c) 2015 Bonnie Cehovet
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A Matter of Time

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She took a deep breath – it was only a matter of time, you know. She had been through this so often there was no longer any anxiety, any sense of where she would find herself, of what kind of world she would find. She allowed her mind to reflect on the past years, not holding on to any one image, just accepting them, and moving on.

She listened to the ticking of the clocks in the background. As it got closer to entering the portal, she felt herself becoming less substantial, less in physical form.

Time to move on!

Image from “The Chronicles of Destiny”, by Josephine Ellershaw and Emily Ellershaw, artwork by Claudia McKinney, Schiffer Publishing, 2014.

(c) 000 – 2015 Bonnie Cehovet

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Au Revoir

Au Revoir

The movie has ended … the lights have come up, and the audience is moving towards the exit. Did you all enjoy the show? Were some memories made? Was there some talk around the water cooler?

I have enjoyed this little side trip in life … it allowed me to explore who I am, and how I relate to life. The curtain has come down, however, on this little show. Thank you all for joining me on this journey.

This is my final flash fiction entry. I am clearing space, and time, for other things. Blessings to you all!

(c) 2000 – 2013 Bonnie Cehovet

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Deja Vu

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What is that expression – “It’s deja vu all over again.”? Well, that moment was certainly deja vu! I walked through the doorway, and there he sat, at the bar, martini glass in hand. It was a very high class club, you know. Not that it mattered. Noting ever mattered with him.

We had a great time that night … and then he disappeared. I found out that he did  this often … to all of his friends. Even to his family. He saw  me in the mirror, lifted his glass to me, and gestured to the empty stool next to him. I smiled, walked over, gave him a kiss and sat down. Another great night was about to be had.

(c) 2000 – 2013 Bonnie Cehovet

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