Mirror Master

Posted: October 11, 2014 in Uncategorized

It wasn’t the sound of breaking glass that stopped me. It wasn’t the searing, stabbing pain in my hand that brought me back to my senses. The stinging drops of blood welling up between my fingers gave me a certain clarity, but I was having a hard time understanding, no, just believing what I saw. The silver shards of mirror at the bottom of the old porcelain sink spelled out a word.



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