Mystify


The last strains of sunlight lingered in the corners, grasping every available point of refraction.  She slid her fingertips along the glass wondering if this was all there ever was. Or could be.

She tossed two smooth capsules into her mouth. A swig of whiskey washed them down her throat.

“Misty on the main stage!” 

She took the cue, leaving part of herself at the glass.

****blogger’s note****

This is my 33 word response to Trifecta Writing’s Trifextra weekend challenge http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/

I heard this song as a I got in the car, taking my teenage daughter home from cheerleading competition. I got an idea of an unstaisfied lover or cynical stripper.

Today’s song is about someone wanting more. Here’s INXS underrated torch song, Mystify.

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20 Responses to Mystify

  1. “She took the cue, leaving part of herself at the glass.” Great last line. And INXS has always had this eery undercurrent for me even before the tragedy. I remember feeling it even as a middle-schooler. That sadness seeps through the music for me. Okay, that’s more than you cared to know about my thoughts on INXS. Well done!

  2. !!!! Leaving part of herself in the glass? That was simply brilliant. Reading this, Amy Winehouse just popped into my head. I wonder if she ever felt like that, or if any artist starts on that path with that feeling.

    • good call…weird, i heard janis joplin earlier after someone mentioned her. yeah, after writing Helene for a year, there’s some of that here. thanks

  3. It reminds me of all the times I have left part of myself in the glass. Or in the bed. Or sprawled out in someone’s front yard. Or in a puddle of puke. Fortunately, my momma taught me to clean up after myself, so I’m pretty sure I’ve found all my parts again, even a couple that didn’t want to be found.

    Brilliant as always. it settles on the mind and stays for a bit, kicking up just enough dust to wonder who she is and if I would have been friends with her.

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