Mirrror's Return

Mirror's Return
by Tyler Gregory
Flash fiction using the words Rain Doubt Purple


I woke up in the morning with pain in both knees and in my elbows and I had no doubt it was soon going to rain.  I didn't like the idea of getting married in the rain.  I didn't feel it was a very good sign and it certainly did nothing for the catered wedding reception planned at the beach after the vows. The point is, things were not starting off on the right foot.  I'm a big believer in things starting off correctly.  I always use my right foot first when stepping out of bed.  That's a lie, of course, but... perhaps it wouldn't be a bad habit to acquire. 

As I brushed my teeth I heard the first thunder clap.  Immediately the downpour began.  Wonderful, I thought looking into the mirror.

I saw bloodshot eyes.  I saw the haggard lines in my face cutting sideways,crisscrossing, generally mauling my overall beauty, and I thought, “What in the world are you thinking?”

It was a good question and I had no answer.

I remained transfixed, looking into the mirror, looking into my purple shadowed eyes, gazing, or trying to gaze, into the core of my soul, into my heart. 

“What the hell are you thinking?”

I reminded myself that I had made this same mistake before.  Are you going to do it again? I asked the eyes in the mirror. 

The eyes looked back at me with a long, steady, no nonsense stare.  They were intelligent eyes, I had to give them that. Then one of them winked at me, which caught me by surprise.  I laughed and they laughed too.  I held them in the mirror making sure they weren't laughing AT me; they weren't, I'm pretty sure, and that was a good sign.

-The End-

(300 Words)