Pretty sad, eh? The second picture was of my finger, which I have redacted.
So I turned the lens away from myself (always a good idea) and took this. The big thing hanging off my shadow’s arm is not, believe it or not, my purse; it’s a sack o’ stuff I was taking to Mom’s.
It’s a picture of my shadow self. Is it Jungians who’ll get that pitiful joke or Freudians? Jungians, I think.
ANYWAY, after that, I took this picture of the shelf in our vestibule, with statues of a kitchen witch, two BVMs and The Handsome Monkey King. Also: a snowman and a winter angel given to me by my Pal Pat Stackhouse.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A character sees something unexpected in a mirror.