The Mirror

Image Credit; Tia Heftiba@ Unsplash

Lexi stood before the mirror she’d washed dishes in front of for nearly twenty years, the lead-glass fractured like the torn-up roots of a marriage too tired to mend. 

The room around her hung heavy with silence, thick with the debris of dinners ruined, apologies swallowed, and a life she was ready to leave behind.

Her fingers trembled as she raised the camera, the flicker of voices- flat and emotionless, folded deep within the mirror’s reflection- this was more than a snapshot- it was a prophecy, a final chapter in the story of the life she was about to leave behind.

She clicked the shutter, capturing herself exactly as she was- caught between who she’d been and who she was presently becoming- and the mirror held that moment like a portal stitched from time, stood ready to unfasten her.

With one last glance, Lexi turned from the reflection and stepped through the door behind her as the past folded in on itself like windblown laundry, and the path ahead beckoned- clear, wild, alive.

She didn’t look back- this photograph would be the last of the life she’d left behind, and the first as she crossed over the threshold into a life wholly her own.

This post is my response to the photo prompt offered this week on WDYS #301, the word: Flat as offered this week on Six Sentence Story and the 12 words offered this week on the Sunday Whirl. Those words were: voices time story debris present travel lead doors roots prophecy last mirror

46 thoughts on “The Mirror”

  15. virtuous effort to help others to believe that change can be clean (if not neat) and certain (if not shying away from the moment)

    (about to type, ‘would that it was that simple’ once again the chains (we all) fashion holding ourselfs to what has always been, are made of us and therefore we tend to get used to their weight… better I say ‘simple but not easy’

    good Six yo

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