“Stay away from the mirror!” I was told again and again when I was a little girl. Something about that mirror just attracted me like a magnet. I don’t know why.
I spent most of my childhood and teenage years trying to get even the smallest glimpses into the mirror. The curiosity gnawed at me. What’s so special about this mirror?
Now, 33-years-old, my interest once again piqued as I come to clean out my family home. Step by step, I head toward it, like I’m being pulled by invisible arms. Before I know, I’m being hurled into the mirror.
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.