Author’s Note: This was written for the prompt “Write a micro-fiction snippet of 100-500 words that contains the word “Mirror” in any genre(s) you choose.” I also figured that it was a great chance to try using the second person for the first time, seeing as how the piece itself could be seen as a “mirror” of sorts.
Read while listening for maximum immersion:
The silver strands of her hair ripple like fractal waves in the glass reflection. She is light, airy, mesmerizing. You search for any sign of her face, but you find nothing.
It’s as though she doesn’t want to be seen. Or perhaps…she doesn’t know how to be. Her form is clear to you though. Pale, translucent skin. Long, elegant fingers. The cascading hair that draws you in.
Her lavender dress shimmers even in the obstructing darkness. You yearn to see the windows into her soul, to feel her presence is truly there.
And yet, you know deep within yourself that this is impossible. What she feels, what she thinks, and what she wants is just out of reach. For you, and for her.
You realize that your cheeks are wet. There is no more denying it. Wiping the falling tears, you are finally able to accept the truth.
She is no one. A shell, a projection. She does not—cannot—exist, no matter how much you may want her to. As you reach out towards her, she turns her back on you.
She knows who you really are.
Staring at the mirror’s image, you now know that you were the one who abandoned her.
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This make me think about a woman waiting for her lover all eternity, wandering for all the hallways of a old Victorian house. Magnificent tale, Coral. Is always a pleasure put my eyes and my thoughts in to your words, in to your world. 🖤
But, but... The very first sentence is wrong grammatically!