Fiction

Looking Glass
- Sheila Martin

Nostrils flared, teeth bared, evil eyes glaring back at him. He couldn’t take it, felt the bathroom closing in, felt his stomach drop.

‘Stop!’ he yelled at the mirror, then turned away and tried not to look.

If he could just take hold of the doorknob, get the door open, he could escape to the backyard where there were no mirrors. He’d covered the mirror over his dresser with posters and never went in his parents’ bedroom, but was still compelled and couldn’t stop looking in the bathroom mirror, trapped in here with his own monster.

He stared at the white door, then took a quick peek over his shoulder. His heart almost stopped. He forced his face to relax, felt it return to normal and almost cried with relief. Just keep it this way, that’s all he had to do.

Strange that there were kids out there, boys his own age, who could just come and go, look in mirrors, not afraid of a thing.

Bang! Bang! Bang! He bared his teeth again.

 ‘Who are you talking to?’ It was Dad, checking up on him. Mom had evidently given up. If they only knew.

‘No one,’ he called out.

‘You’ve been in there for over two hours. This is getting worse.’

‘Can I have some privacy, please?’

He could hear Dad walking away.

What if his face got stuck that way? What if he had to go through life looking like a snarling wolf?

He switched off the light, sat down on the closed toilet seat and stared at the faint glow at the bottom of the door. His face started relaxing. He could probably escape now.

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