Lorna stood at the market stall sheltering from the downpour. Her mission was to find a mirror for her newly decorated bedroom. She scanned the assortment of jumble before her. Her snub nose wiggled in distaste. Lorna was seeking an unusual piece.
“Which item has attracted your attention, pretty lady?” The stall holder’s twinkling dark eyes regarded her.
Lorna knew she was pretty. A label she earned by merely entering into this world.
“I’m sure one of my special hand made pieces …..” His hands swept across the colourful hair combs, scarves swirling with colour and hand stitched purses carefully set out to attract attention.
She sighed, she suspected he would keep badgering her until she relented. Her cold blue eyes pierced him. “I have enough tat. You do not have what I am searching for – a special mirror..”
An elderly lady looking for shelter jostled Lorna who snapped at her, “there is no room.”
Before the lady moved away, the stall holder said, “please take this seat. You are welcome.”
When the rain stopped Lorna left with his words reaching out to her, “may you find what you are looking for, pretty lady.”
Lorna tried every furniture store in the town but didn’t find her mirror.
Taking the shortcut back through the market hours later a familiar voice asked, “did you find your mirror?”
She shook her head intent on walking home.
“Wait, you may like this one. It was given to me in exchange for some bags and shoes.”
With a sigh she turned. He was holding , her perfect mirror. Intricate surrounds in ornate gold completed the black framed mirror. It would look stunning in her room.
“A stunning piece for a stunning woman.” He told her.
Lorna didn’t haggle but paid the modest price . She was correct, it did suit her room. It sat on her dressing table. She frequently stared at her reflection.
She discovered it was addictive to stare at the frame, running her hands along it then touching the smooth glass which showed her perfect image . In the following days, she devoted time to the mirror.
“Perfection,” she murmured. “You and me, we were made to be together.” The words were spoken with conviction.
The air hummed. Her arms and body shook. Gently she was scooped upwards to float through time and space. She closed her eyes opening them only when she felt firm ground beneath her feet. Lorna shivered. Her world had changed. She was in a cold dank space staring out of a window frame into a perfect room. She reached out but her hands hit off a barrier.
It wasn’t a window frame but the frame of a mirror. Her scream shook nothing but her thin body.
Time passed. No one came into the room.
One day the mirror was taken down and examined by a pair of familiar dark eyes. A gentle voice chided, “now where shall I put you? You look old and spent no one will enjoy looking in a mirror that is cloudy and glazed. I’ll put you in the dark cool attic for the time being. You will like it there.”
Lorna’s screams echoed but went unheard..
Great to see your flash fiction story. I really enjoyed it.
Thank you Esther your comment means a lot to me.
You’re very welcome 🙂
Thank you Denise hope your house hunt is going well
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