CW: You won’t forget; part 2

[If you did not catch part 1, or if you simply would like to refresh your memory, please click here.]


For a moment, I wondered  how it was an odd thing to say to someone who was going to see an art exhibit, but before I could ponder it any longer, the door opened, and so I proceeded to enter the tiny room.

The door behind me closed, the lights dimmed, and then the door in front of me opened. I made a few steps forward, trying to make out what the exhibit was about. The only things I could see were frames hanging on walls.

“Paintings” – I thought to myself, and rolled my eyes.

Or maybe photographs” – I scolded myself, realizing how popular that sort of thing is nowadays.

There was no sign of Ophelia.

I did not see any of the people who entered before me, either.

The room in front of me looked like a long and a narrow one, but I wasn’t able to see its end due to the low light.

As soon as I entered the exhibit room, the door behind me closed. Even though I am not religious at all, I made the sign of a cross. Just in case. I took a few deep breaths, and exhaled in order to calm my breathing, and to qualm my overly skittish nerves.

“This will all be over soon” – I whispered to myself, thinking that I will definitely deserve a raise after THAT.

For a brief moment I wondered how I was to enjoy the art if it was not too bright in the room, but as soon as I walked up to the first piece, a strong light illuminated it. And I jumped. Like a scared little kid. But the sudden turning on of beam of light caught me by surprise. The contents of the art piece did, too.

A woman sprawled on an exam table looked awfully like me. A nurse with a hanger in her right hand, and a fetus in her left was making her way to the trash can.

I shuddered.

Uncanny” – I said, looking closer at the face of the mother.

She even had a mole over the right side of her upper lip just like me.

Shaking off the creepy feeling, I moved to the next piece.

Now this one wasn’t nearly as bad. A tall, lean, blonde, long-haired woman was walking the catwalk, while another one was peeking from behind a curtain. You couldn’t see her whole face, but there was a clear mischievous smile painted on her face.

Weird” – I said out loud, and made my way to the next piece.

Two people canoodling.

Half naked.

Making their way to the bed.

“What’s the theme here?” – I started wondering.

It wasn’t too bad of a piece, until I realized that the woman had the same mole from the first piece, and that the male could be mistaken for Victor.

Hmmm… That’s sick to be imagining your uncle’s sex life” – I thought to myself, but intended it for the author of this exhibit.

The next piece pictured a light blue sedan, leaving behind a mangled body on the road.

“So violent” – I said, and walked over to the next and final piece of the exhibit.

The same mole above right upper lip woman was laying sprawled. This time, however, she was laying on what looked to be a bathroom floor. With a needle stuck to her left arm, and bile spilling out of her mouth.


There was a part of her that wanted to run away as far and as fast as she could, but the other part of her was immobilized.

Her heart was beating a million miles an hour.

How?” – was the only thing she could say.

Nora repeated that over and over again in her head, but she did not come up with a satisfactory answer. Or any answer for that matter.

Ophelia was the only one who knew about her unplanned pregnancy in college. She drove her to the clinic.

But she had no idea that Nora envied her modeling career and that it was her who sawed her heel that one time, causing Ophelia to fall and twist her ankle. After all, she was her biggest and most eager fan. At least on the outside.

Only her father knew about the hit and run, because it was him she drove to for comfort that night. But he passed away more than three years ago.


She went through a small room, like she did upon entering, before the final door opened, revealing a waiting area.

There you are!” – exclaimed Ophelia, rushing towards her.

She was beaming. Glowing. Happy.

Unlike Nora, who was white as a sheet. Confused. Traumatized.

What did you see?” – asked Ophelia eagerly, but Nora could not utter a word.


This piece (part 1+ part 2) was inspired by the below prompt:

“In a hall of mirrors where each mirror reflects a character trait, you see yourself as you really are.” 
[Source: DailyPrompt]


P.S. As always, you are more than welcome to use this prompt to inspire your post. If you decide to write something, be sure to pingback to this post, so that I can get an alert and check out your post. (A post on how to do pingbacks can be found here.) If pingbacks are not your thing, feel free to simply leave a link to your piece in the comment section below. The more, the merrier!

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56 thoughts on “CW: You won’t forget; part 2

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  1. That was very suspenseful and horrifying. You nailed the fear factor. Everyone’s greatest fear is their own dark secrets getting out. I really enjoyed the whole story, it reminded me of Tales of the Unexpected or Ray Bradbury in that you’re on edge the entire time waiting for IT to happen and when it does, you still feel uneasy.
    I really enjoyed the story. You built the suspense well and left it with questions so readers will keep thinking about it. That’s a great device and few can manage it

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            1. Let me guess.

              You are sitting at the finest restaurant with the hottest person, and this is what you hear:

              “Can I offer you some wadder while you wait for your food?”
              “Wadder is disgusting. But I will have some waTer!”

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  2. Wow! I got goose bumps all over my body!
    I can easily see this being converted to a short film as well. I once went to a short film festival where they would unconventional themes like your story.
    I always wanted to be an actress. I’d play Nora!

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    1. I can totally see a short movie coming out of this. You need to become a more influential person so that you can turn my writing into Blockbuster movies and bestseller books.
      Your support means a lot.


  3. Wow! This was great Goldie! You have an amazing talent! I like how we could get into the story and feel what Nora felt. I also like how the suspense built and then you left us with a lesson learned… “Know yourself” is my take on this because when you do you won’t be surprised at what you may see in a room full of mirrors.

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