AnElephantCant look into a mirror
A truer word you will never hear spoken
It is rather a pity
But he is not very pretty
And the mirror would be catastrophically broken
Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time.
With reflective Rochelle asking us to mirror our dreams in 100 words.
And AnElephant cracks more than a joke.
And apologises for a major overrun this week.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on this picture prompt (below).
I am alone now.
My youngest has just left home, and for the first time in almost 30 years I have no one.
I don’t even have a cat.
I don’t use a computer, so I can’t use that Skyte thing to see them when I talk to them.
So I can only phone, and I don’t like to bother them.
I look at the present she left me, all beautifully wrapped in pretty paper with flowers on it.
And a little card that just says Thanks, Mum.
I open it, not very interested, but I might as well.
It is a mirror.
Just what I need, something to remind me how old I look.
Then words appear in the glass.
I touch it carefully and her face appears, smiling.
Hi Mum, she says, do you like your present?
And her hand comes out and gently wipes away my tears.