A Mere Reflection
One of the reasons he had bought this house was the beautiful, big, gilt-framed mirror in the main bathroom. It was really a “Lady’s Mirror,” but he liked it.
Every time he came in, he stopped and stared into it; not from ego, he didn’t frighten small children, but he was far from handsome. It was as if he was staring into a different world.
Suddenly, yesterday, he found himself staring out. How could that possibly happen? His sister came in and looked around. He shouted, but she left. Could no-one see him? How was he going to get out?
Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site, and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story