Mirror

After about ten minutes I placed my hands against the glass again. Now I thought about the time when I’d taken Alice to stay with her aunt in Staumin. I remembered eating the delicious rabbits that Alice had caught and cooked, and how afterward she’d reached across and held my hand. Her left hand had held mine and I’d felt a little guilty, knowing the Spook wouldn’t like it, but I’d been truly happy.

Immediately the mirror began to brighten, the glass warming beneath my palms, and suddenly there was Alice’s face. I dropped my hands and stared back into her eyes.

B5 C11