Mirror by Susan Boulton

[Glitch]

The reflection in the mirror isn’t me: the long blonde wig, the pose, the weapon. It’s all an act. Just like the discarded clothes on the bed. The neat, simple, “little black dress”. The plain but expensive jewellery. Both are parts I had to play, not me, never me.

I don’t let people know me. It’s too dangerous, and it would get in the way. I have to do things. Things that don’t make sense, not to you, not to any sane human being.

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[Susan Boulton]

Thanks, Glitch. I hope folks enjoy!

 

[Serendipity]

Nice story.

 

[farntfar]

A terrific finish.

 

[Vaz]

Stunning story. Beautiful prose and imagery when comparing souls to candles.