First impressions

PHOTO PROMPT © Nathan Sowers (courtesy of Dawn M. Miller)

 

Ruby Johnson hung the mirror near the front door. A special mirror that showed man’s true nature. But only on the first reflection. After that it showed up meaningless different colours like a mood ring.

Her husband’s image had glowed a brilliant white. So she married him. Her friend Nina, a dull purplish-gray. That friendship didn’t last. Now its latest revelation perplexed her.

Her son, who had till now been too short to be reflected in the mirror, turned it to a chalky black speckled with red. She did what any mother would do. She smashed the mirror to smithereens.

100 words

“Mirror, mirror on the wall. Who is the fairest of us all?” What an awesome image this week. Thanks to Nathan Sowers courtesy of Dawn Miller.

I wish I had this mirror. Wonder if it would make navigating through life easier? Unless it tells you a truth you’d rather not believe in.

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Write a story in 100 words or less.

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29 thoughts on “First impressions

      1. Yeah, I see what you’re getting at. I had intended to use magic in this story, to reflect human nature with regards to the truth. The magic is irrelevant really. But I get what you’re saying about choice and perspective 🙂

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  1. This is a lovely metaphor for many things a mother might not want to face about her own child. I can see a similar reaction in some people when they first encounter a disability diagnosis.

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