If you missed this morning’s prompts post, I’m responding to The Trick to Facing Fear.
For today’s images, I found the filters I made last year and played with the fairy lights in the mirrorworld. It was sunny outside, so I also took some pictures with mirrorballs in the yard.
OctPoWriMo
I really enjoyed the Villanelle form with this prompt.
When You’re Feeling Afraid
When you’re feeling afraid
close your eyes and breathe
and it all goes away
Sometimes the dark plays
tricks that you see
when you’re feeling afraid
but shine a light’s rays
on the things that can’t be
and it all goes away
Sometimes a foggy day
gives you the creeps
when you’re feeling afraid
but the sun soon will break
through and beauty reveal
and it all goes away
Sometimes you can’t evade
the monsters all set free
when you’re feeling afraid
but each can be slayed
just attack where they’re weak
and they all go away
Don’t let fear stay
on long lonely nights
when you’re feeling afraid
know it all goes away
Writober
Logline: A man in a very strange suit appears in the yard, but after confronting him to find out what he’s doing, I wonder if he is a man at all.
Something in the Air
I was at the kitchen sink washing lettuce for my salad lunch when the bright yellow of his suit caught my eye. His huge bulbous middle bounced up and down as he walked across my back yard head down as if searching for something. After searching back and forth, covering every inch of the grass, he looked up. Looked right at me. Or at least it seemed like it. I couldn’t see his eyes through the dark lenses in the mask that covered his whole head. His mouth was long like a muzzle ending in a perforated disk like a shower head or a watering can. I should have been scared or irritated, but I was too curious.
I left the lettuce in the sink and flung the back door open. “Hey!” I yelled. “What are you doing in my yard? And what’s with the crazy outfit?”
He said something, but through his crazy mask all I heard was Wah wa wah wah like an adult in a Charlie Brown cartoon. He pointed at the ground by his feet. All I saw where he pointed was my grass.
“I can’t understand you. Could you take off that mask?”
He shook his head. He pointed up and then down at the ground again.
“Look buddy. If you won’t take off that ridiculous contraption and give me a good reason for being in my yard, you’re going to have to leave.”
He didn’t move.
Experience Writing 
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