Face in the Mirror
There was something in mirror that haunted her. She was sure
that mirror hated her, for every time she looked at herself in the mirror she felt
that it was mocking her; her reflection was always either distorted or
indistinct.
One day she saw that someone in the mirror was glaring at her. She almost screamed but the reflection in the mirror smiled at her. No, it was not a smile, she said to herself, it was a smirk. She felt terrified and humiliated.
She could not bear it any longer, the terror and humiliation.
She reluctantly told him everything. He thought that it was a joke.
“You saw someone inside the mirror? The Mirror hates you? It mocks you?” And he laughed.
She knew she needed hard evidence. As it was he did not have much respect for her. As for love, it had since vanished like morning dew.
She contrived to click a few photographs of the mirror when she saw 'that someone' in the mirror again. She was sure that now she would be able to convince him. But he laughed when he saw that every photograph had his beaming (or was it mocking) face.
She just could not believe her eyes.
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This post is for Magpie Tales 241
