Intoxicating was the smile that dwelled across her lips reflected by the mirror. Sunlight sieved across the front window and lit her cheeks red. She slowly caressed her dark hair while weaving dreams in her crystal-eyes. She would spend hours and hours smiling and whispering to her mirror. It was her friend. An honest friend.
'I'm afraid mirrors keep an evil eye.'
She blinked and the smile flew away from the reflection. She remained silent.
'Why don't you ask it what will suit on you for tonight?'
I chuckled as I popped a peanut in my mouth.
'Mirrors are honest you know.
What do they say?'
I paused to think.
'Oh yes,
Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the...'
I began to sing in a dramatic way.
'Brown.'
She interrupted me.
'Brown like the haze?'
I almost screamed.
'Brown like his eyes.'
The thin smile arrived back to her parched lips.
She continued caressing her hair, smiling and knitting dreams. The mirror reflected each of her fine move.
The night had casted over the city.
And the old friends had gathered once again after a long chain of busy years.
Same old faces with signs of wrinkles. Same old jokes but tired laughters. Same old stories but, different lives. Same old love but different hearts.
I witnessed a change in everyone except for the afraid faces.
Fear was a thing that kept people from asking for their rights. It kept them from questioning, from being a part of marvelous entities of the society.
I saw her swaying across the crowd. Dressed in a brown velvet dress she traversed the path with an elegant gait. A ripple swiftly reaching its edge. Her hair tugged over her left shoulder fell like an autumn cascade down her arm.
A tiny ruby was shining over her right ear.
'The say it right. Mirrors don't lie.'
My voice was filled with wonder.
She leaned towards me as if to tell a secret. Her mouth drawn into a proud smirk.
'Nor do his eyes.'
She winked, drew a sip from red wine in her glass and stepped towards the dance floor.
I never saw her again.
