Mirror: Fiction with Vignettes

I’m an audience for decades now but no one knows I’m watching. — 1945 “Ssshhh,” I whispered to myself. Hiding behind my wooden closet across my huge mirror, trembling with fear, I am finding it hard to breathe. “Please, Lord, don’t let them see me, please, oh please.” — 2015 “You’re such a beautiful lass,” I… Continue reading Mirror: Fiction with Vignettes