The Guilty Mind of Hasina

The Guilty Mind of Hasina (Short Story)

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Hasina nodded her head. She was too engulfed in the masterpiece before her.

"It's on sale! It came from a very nice family not too far from here. Mmmhmm, sure did. It was their daughter's. A nice little young thing. I'll tell you something. You take it home today, come back tomorrow, and tell me how you like it, and I'll tell you about who it belonged to."

Hasina looked at the middle-aged woman. She noticed that her smile was not genuine. "How much for it today?" She was not rich, but she would be crazy to pass a mirror like this up. "I'm sorry, I never got your name."

"Rebarra and I'll give it to you for free dear." Hasina smiled as she saw her eyes squint with true happiness.

"I couldn't do that. Name any price, please, it'll make me feel better." It would make her feel even better if she got it for less than 50 dollars.

Rebarra shook her head," If you must pay, make it 20 dollars, no refund, and you can come back tomorrow for the back story."

"Sounds perfect!" She paid the lady, loaded the mirror into her car, and headed home.

When she got home, she did her nightly routine and plopped down in her recliner. Hasina flipped through the channels on her TV for hours.

Deciding to call it a night, she stopped to admire her new mirror. It was a decent size mirror. Dark wood outlined the clean, scratch-free glass. The dark chocolate wood was engraved with various symbols and different designs. The best part, that drew Hasina to the mirror, was the liquid gold that covered the sides. It was almost like it was gracefully poured from the top of the mirror and it followed the path of the beautiful engravings.

As soon as she looked into it, she looked away, hurried to her room, and crawled under her blankets. "That was not real," she whispered to herself. "Lekenna is dead and she's never coming back." That night she dreamed of memories she wanted to be long forgotten.

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Look at her; looking at me.

I wonder if she can tell that I'm uninterested.

Nod so it looks like I'm paying attention.

What a floozy, it's hard to imagine we were ever best friends.

I'm pretty sure I never liked her.

Then why am I even standing here wasting my time?

Ooops... She's looking at me expectantly. What'd she say? She must've asked a question.

Shrug! Shrug now!

There...

Smile - not too big. Tell her you're not feeling well and end this conversation.

I'm a bad person; no I'm not, but I definitely am.

She wants to make MORE plans? We just saw each other today. I'm STILL looking at her.

Say goodbye and leave; quicker.

Run away, start your car, and get out of here.

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Jeez! She texted me already?

Swipe and delete.

Why doesn't she take a hint?

Probably because my hints suck, I'll try harder.

My phone went off again? I just want to be left alone.