Friday Fictioneers: Looking At Life In Rippled Mirror

Here is my contribution to this week’s wonderful flash fiction prompt via Rochelle Wisoff-Fields over at Addicted to Purple Hope that you enjoy it and feedback is welcomed!
copyright E.A. Wickland

Looking At Life In A Rippled Mirror


Jim Kane

Their reflections rippled in the lake amidst the ever growing chorus of fall colors that framed the lake’s edges with a rainbow of reds, golds, and browns. They had met here 20 years ago on a college hike and now they were back walking that same path they had walked as freshman with the glint-eyed madness of young love.

The birds which flitted about them, landing here and there, caused him to stop and look backward in his memory.

“What is it Peter?” Jane asked.

With an impish grin Peter turned and said, “Do you remember the first time we really kissed?”

“PETER!” she shouted with disgust and walked away.

“I guess not,” he thought.


15 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Looking At Life In Rippled Mirror

  1. That’s too bad, Jim. It might have been a nice setting to go down memory lane. But, things are not what they seem between them, and it takes repeating a part of their past to realize it. I liked this a lot. Nice!

  2. Jim, you adeptly showed how two people can live through many of the same experiences, yet remember things vastly differently or one even prefer not to remember some things. “Glint-eyed” needs a hyphen, which also give you an extra word if you’d like to use it. I, like Doug, like that last line.


  3. Dear Jim,

    Guess the romance has gone from that marriage. Poor guy. Left alone on the beach with only memories. Perhaps time for counselling? A note of crit, if you’re open to it: In the first sentence you’ve used “color” and “colors” which is rather redundant. You might want to rethink that.



    1. Hi Rochelle! Thanks for the pointer. My thought is that what she was thinking and what he was thinking were two different things.


    1. Morning Doug!

      Thanks for the kind word. I think that they were thinking about two vastly different things at the time.


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