Second Campaigner Challenge!

Well, flush from the success of bulldozing all my friends and family into voting me into 4th place for the last challenge, I thought I would give this next one a go too!

Rachael Harrie's next Challenge:

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
• as an added challenge make reference to a mirror in your post. 
• for those who want an even greater challenge (optional), make your post 200 words EXACTLY!

Streuth! I didn't even know what some of those words meant! (If you also don't know, go here for definitions.) So I got out my dictionary, scratched my head, chewed my pencil, read a few of the other entries, became seriously intimidated, re-wrote a few times, and finally came up the following, exactly 200 word, entry.

Winners are totally based on number of votes this time, so if you enjoy my entry please go here and scroll down to number 133 and click "like" on my name. Voting ends Friday 14th October. Quick. Vote now. Thanks :)

The Imago Nightmare

He sat in the leather chair, fingers gripping the arms for dear life, his knuckles white and tense. There was no sound in the room except for his fast, shallow breaths. Suddenly a shadow fell over him and there was a quiet rustle of clothes as a large man loomed into view, the mask covering his face making him eerily menacing. Two black eyes squinted down at him. He felt his body break out in a cold sweat, hairs standing on end.

If only he’d listened to his intuition, he berated himself, when the foreboding miasma had first penetrated his thoughts, he wouldn’t now be in this awful predicament. The synchronicity of events shocked him. Everything had happened so swiftly.

The figure above him stretched out a limp, gloved hand. Something glinted. A tiny mirror.

“Well then, Handsome,” Dr Imago squeaked, his camp voice effeminately high as he minced over. “What a su-per coincidence seeing you again. If you could just oscitate for me, I can have a quick peek at that lacuna and we’ll have you fixed up in a jiffy. Those cavities are a nightmare, you naughty boy. I bet you haven’t been flossy-wossing every day, have you?”