The bell tinkles – a customer.
You flick through old books, turn plates upside down.
My stomach twists as you spot the tarnished mirror.
I scream at you to leave. I scream until my ears ring and my throat burns but it’s too late.
You apply lipstick in the streaked glass and smack your lips together once, twice.
I stand shoulder to shoulder with your bewildered reflection. We watch through the glass as you walk towards the door, patting your handbag as if reassuring yourself you haven’t left anything behind. You won’t realise what’s missing. Not yet.
‘Come,’ I say to the mirror you. ‘Come and meet the rest of us.’
Written for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 word story inspired by a photo prompt.
My inspiration this week came from the metal ornament. I wondered what it would be like to be frozen in time, unable to communicate with those in front of you.
The first draft of this story originally stood at 236 words. It was a hard one to cut. I hope it still makes sense.