Through The Looking-Glass

"Mummy, where does the mirror go?"

"What do you mean? It doesn't go anywhere."

"But if I was the me in the mirror, and I left, where would I be?"

"Honey, mummy's on the phone. Be a good girl and go play until dinner."

"I think the me in the mirror is a bad—"



An half an hour later, Christine went looking for her little Clara, and did not find her. It was two hours later, with the Police searching the darkening neighborhood with flashlights, that she noticed the open bedroom door appeared closed in the mirror.



  1. I thought about writing about an evil twin, but I'm glad I didn't because then I'd have had to compete with your story, and it's better than whatever I would have written! I wrote about cousins who look alike and dress alike instead!

    1. Thank you very much for the kind words, I really appreciate it. :-)

  2. Woah woah woah! A dark story right up the alley I love to crawl... You did this so well - top marks! :)