1. The word "Imago" be in the title.
A.Entomology . an adult insect.
B.Psychoanalysis . an idealized concept of a loved one, formed in childhood and retained unaltered in adult life.
2. The following words also had to appear in the post:
A. noxious exhalations from putrescent organic matter; poisonous effluvia or germs polluting the atmosphere.
B. a dangerous, foreboding, or deathlike influence or atmosphere.
A. a gap or missing part, as in a manuscript, series, or logical argument; hiatus.
B. Anatomy . one of the numerous minute cavities in the substance of bone, supposed to contain nucleate cells.
C. Botany . an air space in the cellular tissue of plants.
To gape; to yawn.
an apparently meaningful coincidence in time of two or more similar or identical events that are causally unrelated
Here is my attempt at the challenge. Enjoy or detest.
Imago of my author
When I put down your book for the first time, my heart was full. You were like a god to me. A genius of the written word. No lacuna to be found. Every word, thought, detail, tight and complete. Perfection.
I thought it was synchronicity when we both suffered slights in an uncaring world. I seized the chance to reach out to you, to align ourselves to each other at last. You accepted my life preserver, and together, we drifted away from the miasma of decaying dreams.Some days I would oscitate, shocked and hurt at the vitriol the world had to offer. Sometimes it was you, head in hands, wondering why we still bothered. We would stand before the mirror together each day, hands entwined, searching for signs of ruin. My eyes didn’t shine as bright. Your hair became grayer. But then we would turn to each other and the smile lines would deepen. If it hadn’t been for the heartbreak, I wouldn’t have found the courage to reach you. And you are all that matters.