The Broken Mirror

I stared down at the floor and all the pieces of glass littered thereon.
Some compulsion overtook me and I began to fit them back within the frame. It wasn’t long before I had but one piece left to place.

The door behind me burst open and the old man raced into the room, his face a twisted grimace of fear.
“You must not!” he cried, but the deed was done.

The piece fell into place and the surface seemed to ripple, my reflection casting a malevolent sneer as it took a step closer, and then through into our world…

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Entry into the 100 Word #weekendchallenge by @WriteStoryBooks
The Broken Mirror – © 2019 Paul J. Fleming