Shrinking Violet

This is today’s Friday Fictioneers submission. I wanted to do a riff on that lovely old quote from Cocteau’s Orphee, “Look a lifetime in a mirror and you’ll see Death at work,” but I couldn’t think of anything. I did stick with the classical allusion though, which is something I suppose.

Thanks to Janet Webb for the photo

-You sure I need this, Doc?
-Oh, yes. Your frown lines are getting more prominent.
-And this…?
-Does it work?
-It’ll get the ladies pining after you. Guaranteed.
-Is it safe?
-No side effects?
-You might feel compelled to get a job in day time television.
-Cool. How much?
-You’ll still have change for that water feature you’ve always wanted for your pond.
-It’s a flowerbed, Doc.
-Whatever. You interested?
-Ah, go on.
-Sure thing, Narcissus.




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23 responses to “Shrinking Violet

  1. Dear Etienne,

    Narcissus, of course. ๐Ÿ˜‰ Well done.



  2. Perfect, Etienne! Really PERFECT!

  3. I loved the line about daytime television! Funny!

  4. A real smooth doctor and a great metaphor for all those who belly up to the bar of surgeons to try to combat entropy. Well done.



  5. Etienne, Something tells me that doctor latched onto a gold mine. Well written. ๐Ÿ™‚ —Susan

  6. You started us off well, Etienne. One small item–my last name has two b’s, not just one. I’m a world wide webb. ๐Ÿ™‚


  7. Love the Narcissus punchline. Humorous but pointed.

  8. Ha! Lovely end. Made me smile – laugh lines and all.

  9. nice little statement about vanity. Randy

  10. Nice. I think Narcissus would totally be into Botox. ๐Ÿ™‚

  11. Dorian Gray would be interested in this.

  12. Some people take the knife too seriously to fix every perceived ‘imperfection’ they have and end up looking hideous. Then, there is the propofol issue too. Mirror, mirror, on the wall . . . . Good job!
    Nan ๐Ÿ™‚

  13. Etienne,
    I’ve been away from both reading and writing lately. Glad to have a few moments to catch up, and this was a lovely place to start. Straightforward, neatly written.

    Marie Gail

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