All that she could see in the mirror was the place where she lost it all. Not just a show, a belt, a dresser. But everything, including her soul, mind and empathy.
She could look in that mirror and see the past but not feel it. It was a dark cloud then and one now. And, one forever.
She had hoped that by coming back to this field, she would become whole again. But everything was just a big dark hole. She flicked her cigarette onto the grass and lit it all up.
She walked into the mirror and steeled her against the onslaught to come. There was nothing to lose. Nothing.
Categories: Culture, photograph, Psychology, writing prompt
Perhaps She Will Build
A Bigger Field of
Dreams Coming Back
Outside A Mirror in Real
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She just might π
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Wow
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Thx π
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