The mirrored room

Mirrored Reflections

I snatched the glass out of Johnny's hand looked into it, and dropped the glass onto my foot leading to scream loud enough for my parents to come sprinting out of the house like one of us had died in an unfortunate accident. Mum saw the glass in my foot and gawked in amazement that within the first 10 minutes of being in our house that I had managed to injure myself. Dad carried me inside and placed me gently onto the couch, mum ran in with tweezers and Dettol, I flinched as she wrenched the mirror shard out of my foot. Then preceded to scream as she lathered my foot in Dettol ' I wonder who smashed the mirror in the front garden, and by the looks of the detailed edge it was an antique mirror.'