Imago Dragonflies

Published on Sunday 25th September 2011 by DJ Kirkby

As you know I signed up to a writing challenge several weeks ago. My posted story for the first challenge is here. The second challenge came with the instructions below:

Write a blog post in 200 words or less, excluding the title. It can be in any format, whether flash fiction, non-fiction, humorous blog musings, poem, etc. The blog post should:
  • include the word “imago” in the title
  • include the following 4 random words: “miasma,” “lacuna,” “oscitate,” “synchronicity,”
If you want to give yourself an added challenge (optional and included in the word count), make reference to a mirror in your post.
For those who want an even greater challenge (optional), make your post 200 words EXACTLY!

I have managed to include each word in the challenge instructions and my story below  is 200 words exactly. If you enjoy reading my story then I would very much appreciate you following this link and then scrolling down until you can see  my ‘like’ button which is below number 89.

Imago Dragonflies

The spring afternoon sky drifted hazily towards evening on intermittent opaque yellow clouds formed by the miasma of rising marsh plant pollens back-lit by sunlight.

The boards of the bridge creaked as Betty and Albie, careful to avoid the occasional lacuna, moved the few steps to its summit. They stood in companionable silence as they watched the simple beauty of an imago dragonfly pair making a heart shape with their bodies as they mated.

The synchronicity of that moment made Betty oscitate before inexplicable sorrow flashed through her.  She was astonished at the strength of her urge to anchor Albie to her side forever. Turning to look at him, Betty’s eyes prickled then brimmed with tears.

‘I loved you with every beat of my heart.’ Albie  reached out to her, his hands dissolving on contact with her body.


Betty’s eyes snapped open to reveal the duck egg blue walls of her room instead of the sight of Albie that she had been enjoying seconds before. Focusing on the urn in front of the mirror on her chest of drawers, she forced a brave smile and said ‘Good morning my darling, I still love you with every beat of my heart.’

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