REFLECTIONS
It was all there in the drops, her entire life flipped upside down and reflected back at her.
She leaned in a little closer, looking for some kind of answer or an indication of what she should do next. There were images flickering in the bulbous globules, reflected shades that flitted just behind her and just out of sight, but they were no more than impressions, like the hint of possibilities.
She cursed the bland vinyl siding of the house. It was throwing everything off and obscuring the images further in a dull expanse of beige. She could see her face, refracted and magnified, stretched upside down over the surface of the water drop. She stuck out her tongue, winked an eye, and waved her arms wildly. The inverted reflection did the same.
With one eye closed, she leaned closer, staring intently into the middle droplet. Maybe there was no magic in there after all. Maybe the voices she had heard, the soft whispers of her name, had just been in her imagination. It was an entirely likely possibility and now that she was starting to accept it, she was feeling a little ridiculous.
She opened her closed eye and took a step back. Hands on hips, she took one last scrutinizing look at the row of droplets.
It was all in her mind after all. Of course it was. There were no voices calling to her, no answers to be found. It was just her subconscious mind telling her to take a closer look at herself, to view her situation from a different perspective. Gazing into those droplets she had only seen herself looking back. What she was telling herself was that what she needed to do was examine how she had arrived where she was and how she could get where she was going. She needed to take her life and magnify its parts; turn everything upside down. That was how she would find the answers she was looking for.
There was no truth to be found in those inverted close ups, just a different version of the same. She smiled, a lopsided grin of acceptance, and stepped away from the house. She would find a quiet bench somewhere and take some time to reflect on her life. She would be proactive and create answers to her questions.
As she headed down her driveway towards the street, she thought she heard something. It almost sounded like a hushed whisper on the light breeze was calling her name.
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