Mirror

  This story has been published by 'Abandoned Towers' Magazine.
   

                                           
    "Who d'you think you're looking at?"

    "You."

    "And what do you see?"

    "Me."

    "I have a riddle for you - 'If I'm you and you're me, then who are we?' "

    "Us...Ouch! Now I've gone and cut myself."

    "Us.You've gone and cut us.You ought to be a little more careful with that razor."

    "Well, I'm the one who's bleeding. You're not even real."

    "How can you tell?"

    "Because you're only here when I'm here."

    "How d'you know I'm only here when you're here?"

    "Well, if you're here when I'm not here, what do you do with yourself all day?"

    "Wait for you. Chat with with the wife. She spends even more time in front of the mirror than you do. That's how we met."

    "You met my wife?"

    "Our wife. Lovely woman; she thinks you don't appreciate her. We have some very interesting conversations."

    "About?"

    "You. Us."

    "And...?"

    " Well...she's the one who suggested we have this little talk."

    "We are not having this little talk; I am having this little talk. I knew I should've stayed off the whiskey last night."

    "You'll soon have plenty of time to sleep it off."

    "What do you know about anything? You're just a reflection - my reflection, and don't you forget it."

    "Is that so?"

    "That is so."

    "Well, you might just be in for a little surprise."

    "Oh, yes?"

    "I've decided I'd like to see how the other half lives."

    "Think you could take my place, do you?"

    "Our lady wife seems to think so."

    "Never happen."

    "It just did."

    "What?"

    "Bye, now."

    "Where are you going? How did you do that?  You can't leave me like this. Stay away from that door..."