254/365 I Lived in Mirrors That Summer

Reflection of a couple in a bar


She considers his words then adds her own. She looks down, then up, a bit perturbed that he doesn’t listen. Or maybe he does, but doesn’t respond. He lifts his locally brewed Osiris Pale Ale and drinks, half turning from her. A sign he won’t respond.

I sit with my back to them and watch the drama through the glass window, their ghostly appearance a testament to their relationship.


That summer I spent many late afternoons and early evenings in MacNiven’s on Mass Ave. As I’ve said before, they have a beer menu that runs into tomorrow, and windows and mirrors that disorient even before the first frothy gulp. I lived in mirrors that summer.


About Dezra Despain

Life is full of stories waiting to be revealed.

Posted on July 13, 2012, in 365 Days Journey Through the Past and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. Nice edgy voyeuristic stuff. Frothy too. Guinness for me.

  2. I love how you captured her left eye, and the story line fits so well. I would be tempted to bring out the white in her eye just a bit, but the natural subtlety of your image works very well as it is. It’s a good thing we don’t all like the same things, or life would be pretty boring. A really cold wheat beer would only do it for me on one of those Washington, DC days when it’s 102 F with 105 humidity (yes, folks, it does happen!). Under normal conditions, give me a nice, hearty India Pale Ale at cellar temperature.

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