for The Sunday Muse.
I prefer not to reuse pieces I’ve written before, but I’ve given my muse the weekend off for good behaviour and have no choice but to resurrect something she came up with in 2007. I’ve risked her wrath by expanding it slightly, so hopefully, she won’t see it!
If you read my previous story you’ll know that I’m not doing audios this weekend as I have a cold and don’t wish to pass it on to you!
I was attaching my new mirror to the wall. A lovely mirror. Amazingly it seemed to make me look even more handsome than I already am!
Screw one in, screw two perfect, screw three spot-on, screw four…jammed.
One very angry face stared back at me.
I pushed, I twisted, I cursed, but would it move? No.
The screwdriver slipped banging the glass right in the middle of my nose. I leapt backwards, momentarily forgetting it was just my reflection. Oh no, my beautiful mirror was smashed to smithereens.
They say that breaking a mirror’s bad luck. That was enough bad luck for one day, surely nothing else could go wrong. I decided to pop to the shop and buy another one.
I trudged to my car. Guess what, a door mirror was smashed. Double trouble!
I slouched back indoors, climbed the stairs and crawled into bed. I swear my reflection in the bedroom window grinned at me.
Thanks so much to Carrie for hosting.
The photo is by Brooke Shaden.