Day 9 of the challenge!
My theme is NIFTY NUGGETS. Little nuggets of writing based on a photo, a phrase and an object, which is designed to encourage lean, tight writing. I’m aiming for a word count of under 300 words.
Thank you to L.Diane Wolfe for providing the beautiful photo prompts. You can visit her blog to check out more pictures.
PHRASE – the road winds on and on
OBJECT – pamphlet
It’s just one month from today when I will leave…
My bags are packed.
The house closed up.
I will be flying London-Paris-Switzerland.
On the move.
Travelling from place to place.
I live what others call an OCD-styled existence. It never ends and it’s sucking my life force.
Like a moth to a flame, I am drawn to the concept of a perfect being… in body, mind and soul. I cannot resist the search for this ever-elusive perfection.
My search has taken me to all parts of the globe and include cutting edge anti-aging skin rejuvenation treatments and advanced techniques in transcendental meditation.
I have ten days of exploration, before the newest craze begins, a One Month Body Harmony Retreat at a prestigious Swiss establishment.
At the travel agency, I pick up a batch of pamphlets offering accommodation at lower prices.
One particular illustration catches my attention. The Painted Moth Bed & Breakfast, a calm oasis nestling in the heart of the city. It’s a sign. The logo boasts a beautiful pink and yellow moth, in calm repose. Tears well up in my eyes.
Lord knows I need calmness. A time of rest.
A time to reflect on my future plans, and where all this madness will end.
I study the beautiful moth and I can see my mother in the lab with her precious butterflies. Her voice rings in my ears.
They are so perfect, aren’t they?
You need to live. Spread your wings and take to the sky. Don’t hold back. Take risks: if you win, you will be happy; if you lose, you will be wise.
Well, to be honest. I didn’t feel very happy or very wise. I just felt very, very tired.
Knowing her passion, my lifestyle would be measured in terms of the butterfly lifecycle… my current flashy speed contrasting with the feeble fluttering of a near-death specimen.
A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth.
I’m too young for “feeble fluttering”.
I need to live life. Full speed ahead.
Childhood curiosity and my mother’s clinical tone play along the edges of my mind…
You need to be aware that a moth constantly flutters from pillar to post. The inevitable collision with branches results in jagged scars and frayed wing tips.
I had already earned my fair share of scars and am convinced that my ‘wing tips’ are seriously damaged, irreparably, if I’m not too careful.
A childhood memory flashes through my mind. I’m in the lab, holding a moth’s wing. Mummy why is this powdery color coming off on my fingers.
It’s a sign of the impermanence of life. In time, all things fade away…
What’s impernamence, mummy?
I look at the perfect painted moth.
A sob catches in my throat.
Thank you for the reminder, mother.