You know, what? This world is full of mirrors. They sing to you or they talk to you or they simply stare to you -- whatever it is, you will find yourself attracted and attracting those that reflect yourself on it.
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I don't get it. She seemed fine. I saw her with her phone, leaning back on the couch -- she was enjoying her typical lazy day. I looked away for a moment, getting a meal ready for myself. And when I back, I saw her with tear rolling down her eye, face unfazed as if she didn't realize it.
I asked her what was wrong... But she just said while wiping away her tear indifferently,
"It's... nothing. I just found an ugly mirror... Ah, no. The mirror is beautiful. It just that it reflects something ugly..."
Something ugly of her, so she said.
About the Creator
The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author6 days ago in Fiction
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