Cover the Crack (A Flash Fiction)

I grazed my forefinger over the small line of crack in the newly bought mirror. “Maybe it was the delivery? We should call the company.”

He took out a white masking tape before measuring the crack. “What are you doing, Dad?” He stripped a small piece of tape and covered the small crack. It looked odd and uncomfortable.

“It’s disturbing, Dad. Just remove it and call the company.”

“It will be better, son.”

“Maybe we should just get another mirror…”

I stopped when I saw the sadness of my Dad’s eyes. “Everything will be fine, son.”

I inhaled and nodded.


Thank you for reading this story. If you want to talk about random things with me, do not hesitate to reach me through my “Contact” page. All the best love, my dear.

let me hold your words before you leave;

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