Fantasy (A Flash Fiction)

Fantasy

“Stand here and be proud! You are created to perfection—excellence is your flaws. Take care what you see and do not bury it down!” She kept blabbering to raise my confidence.

She twirled her floral dress and she gave out a bell-sounding laugh. I was not looking at her, directly, but at the mirror. She was holding this genuine smile on her face and gleams in her eyes. It was disturbing and soothing—blurred lines.

“Come on, it’s your turn.” She gestured her hand to the mirror.

When I stood up, I felt a force pushing me down—pulling me below land. As I walked to the mirror, every step was a heavy silence screaming. I faced the mirror and saw myself. It was…odd. I punched the mirror—the shards cut my knuckles.

She gasped. “What did you do?”

“I didn’t like what I saw.” I left her and her fantasy in the room.

WORD COUNT: 155


 

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