Short Stories

Mirrors

Once long ago. You've heard of it right? The time before anything else. When Fairy tales were real and magic walked the earth. This was the time if true mirrors. They didn't just feed you a washed out image of what you expect to see, you saw into a whole other world. You communicated with many other realities. They could be compared to windows only more complex. You could see into the next worlds over and occasionally, pass through. You could interact with yourself from another reality. Now they simply hide behind the reflection and keep you from crossing worlds. Have you ever seen your reflection wink at you? Or make a small movement that you did not? That was a cry for help. The mirror had linked you to see a reality where things were to terrible to even imagine. They had to get the message to you somehow in hopes that once again the mirrors would be open and you could save them from their hell. But instead you pass it off. You must have blinked. You only imagined it. It was a trick of the light. And you walk away and they are left there, in an empty room. A silent scream frozen on your borrowed reflection. Other times, you'll see the slight movement or feel the urge to touch the mirror. Perhaps you're in the other reality. The one where things are to terrible to hope to understand? There may be a tiny voice in your head. "Touch the mirror. Come through and see" They're trying to save you from your hell. But you never touch the mirror. Again, you walk away. The silent scream this time frozen on your own face.