Kalinda's Turn
Microfiction on being oneself
Modelling on others shouldn't be at the cost of the soul. Michelle Liew
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Kalinda sat in front of her bedroom window every day, pouting as she watched her brother, Kyan, and sister Elise, playing softball. She shaped herself on the fragments of charm they left behind--Elise, her poise, and Kyan, his confidence.
Until one morning, the window greeted her.
"Payment is due."
Kalinda froze, her mouth open. "I didn't take anything from them."
The reflections in the glass turned slowly, each wearing a familiar face.
Hers. Pale. Uncaressed.
"Return what you owe us," they demanded, stepping forward.
"Elise's" grace cracked. Kyan's face dimmed. Her voice twisted. Her features realigned. Kalinda's mouth opened as the window glass rippled--and drew in.
Her brother's and sister's reflections smiled within.
Outside, a child played. Not Elise. Not Kyan.
Her.
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Here is a short narration of this story.
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This microfiction is entirely original. AI tags are coincidental.
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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