Saturday, March 19, 2011

This Is Your Life

It was late into the evening, well past my bedtime. The novel I was reading...wonderfully engaging, difficult to put down. I placed the bookmark, thinking I would rest my eyes for a moment, then continue.

Suddenly, I found myself seated, alone in a large, dimly lit Art Deco theater. A royal, red velvet curtain ran the length of the stage. A certain warm, welcoming feeling quickly overcame my initial confusion. I sank comfortably into the cushioned chair, awaiting my 'special' performance. Slowly the curtain parted, revealing a stage filled with people...all the people I had ever known or would ever know in my lifetime...

Jenny Matlock

18 comments:

  1. ...and ...oh yes we are hanging on part two after the intermission! Great sense of place you drew for us! Thanks!

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  2. Let's hope you were all happy to see each other!

    Great job!

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  3. OMgoodness.... I sooo want this to be the way it "is" someday. To see my brother, my grandparents, a dear friend I lost at age 29... Great thought and great take on this week's prompt.

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  4. Oh, Jeff! Please tell me that this was just a dream, and that you didn't die!!!!

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  5. oh man. That was kind of awesome and kind of sad. You did a great job.

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  6. Nice job, Jeff! Sounds like an intriguing dream. Of course you never mentioned if they were all naked or not. LOL! Freud would have a field day with me.

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  7. I'd love to know more, Jeff. You work wonders with words - time and again.
    xoRobyn

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  8. This was such an interesting ... and yet sad ... but very interesting. well don Jeff!

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  9. It gives much to think about. Look forward to read more from you...

    stretched drums

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  10. Oh, Jeff... This one is a little creepy and scary, but very, very good. You have a dash of the opening of A Christmas Carol when Ebineezer Scrooge explains the meeting of Jacob Marley's ghost as something wrong with what he had for dinner. There we have a few drops of The Tales of Hoffmann, a teaspoon H.C. Andersen, and just a wiff of Edgar Allen Poe.

    I love this text. I often have similar experiences when I dream and meet familar faces of long departed relatives and friends. Everyone is just as young, alive and vivid as when I knew them so many years ago.
    Other readers will perhaps interperate this text as a fantasy. But I know that it is as real and true as sunshine at noon on a summer's day.
    Wonderful centus.
    Best wishes,
    Anna
    Anna's SC week 46 'curtain parted'

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  11. This was a brilliant use of the prompt Jeff. Not a direction that I would have ever thought of. Beautifully descriptive and evocative. Kat

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  12. So well done and leaves me wanting to know more. You really took this and interesting direction. Loved it.

    =)

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  13. Once for a crative writing class started a thought and just let it lay there unfinished. Kinda interesting everyones reaction .... You had a lovely thought that evokes introspection. Nice....

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  14. Jeff, This is wonderful, and as usual, beautifully written, vivid and very visual. The idea of such a dream in intriguing to me. You'll have me working this over in my brain for days. Great work!

    Namaste..........cj

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  15. That's the crossover moment you're writing about, I think....

    http://gaelikaasdiary.blogspot.com/2011/03/saturday-centus-46.html

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  16. I always love your stories, I know how much you look forward to Saturday and writing your centus. I think you are the most creative man I know!

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  17. No, No! Do NOT go towards the light. RESIST!

    Jeff, this was great! I love Mrs. C sweet comment to you!

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