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A Story by Morissa Schwartz
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A modern take on Narcissus for the "me" generation

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Friday, November 16; 10:36 am

 

 

            Henrietta Spalding sat in her tiny red sports car as she headed to Quaker Mall, where she planned to spend the afternoon putting charges on her Visa and Master cards for new apparel to replace the year old clothes that she was eager to throw in the trash.

 

            An attractive twenty-two year old, Henrietta’s looks were very important to her.  She would often catch herself glancing at her image in mirrors, store windows, the glass on her new iPhone…really anything shiny and reflective. 

 

            She was bopping her head to the lite FM music station when she glanced in the rear-view mirror, which she had tilted so she could see her own reflection  instead of  that of the surrounding cars.  The young woman decided that the side-view mirrors were sufficient enough to see those behind her when she needed to.

 

            Henrietta glanced in the mirror, then back at the road. She liked the reassurance that, yes, she was still beautiful.  Her stare crept back to the image in the mirror.  She locked eyes with herself, gazing into those aqua-blue irises.  She watched how they glistened and shined, white against the azure.  The sun was bright, making the reflection even clearer.    

 

            Then, she watched herself as she admired her button nose.  When she was younger, she didn’t like it; she thought her nose was a bit pudgy.  As Henrietta got older, she grew into her nose, as it fit her oblong face well.  She tapped her finger to her nose the way a parent would poke a baby’s nose.  Perfect, she thought.

 

            Her rosy cheeks highlighted her pale nose. This contrast was made all the more attractive by her clear, soft skin.  Henrietta could thank her light burgundy blush for those colorful cheeks, but the cheekbones that protruded so highly were the products of careful calorie consumption. 

 

            Lastly, she looked at her sleek lips.  They were so flushed that she never had to add lipstick, just gloss.  She opened and closed her mouth, as she smirked.  She was just so flattered by how stunning she looked. 

 

Then, she locked eyes with the reflection in the mirror, as if she was in a trance.   

 

These eyes, this nose, these cheeks, these lips…Gorgeous!

These lovely eyes, this adorable nose, these striking cheekbones, these sweet lips…Gorgeous!

These lovely blue eyes, this adorable button nose, these high striking cheekbones, these sensual sweet lips… So very gorgeous!

 

Henrietta stared so intently at her likeness, that she didn’t notice her little red car going over the straight yellow lines and into the big white truck. 

 

Henrietta Spalding was the last person to see Henrietta Spalding alive.  


© 2015 Morissa Schwartz



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Her own self-importance and narcissistic behavior got her huh? After seeing girls in parking lots pouting for selfie's in their cars this rings pretty true. I'm sure the same self-grandeur applies to men as well. You did a nice job with this. There were no hiccups or bad spelling; it's evident you worked a long time on this. I think you did a good job and pointed out a human trait many suffer from in the process. (Some to their own demise).



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What a clever and ironic ending. When I was a kid I was actually hit by a car on my bike because the woman driving wasn't paying attention. All these years later I'm wondering if she was looking in the mirror.

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Good story; the last line makes it perfect. Ttexting is bad, and talking on your cell phone is bad, but nothing has ever been said about self-admiration. Which is dangerous anytime, not just while driving.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Her own self-importance and narcissistic behavior got her huh? After seeing girls in parking lots pouting for selfie's in their cars this rings pretty true. I'm sure the same self-grandeur applies to men as well. You did a nice job with this. There were no hiccups or bad spelling; it's evident you worked a long time on this. I think you did a good job and pointed out a human trait many suffer from in the process. (Some to their own demise).



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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

this was a hell of a note,the me now generation as one of my old bosses would say

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Morissa Schwartz
Morissa Schwartz

Aberdeen, NJ



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I am a sixth generation Jersian who has been writing professionally since age twelve. I am currently a contributor for Entertainment Weekly. I have a blog at myneongreennotebook.blogspot.com and a web.. more..


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