“Hi! You look revolting today”.
I look here, and there, not realizing my looking mirror has spoken. This is the first time it has spoken to me, and I am afraid it may be a ghost. The “Others” in the house have gone out, and I am the only one at home.
A quick search of the room shows no one is about —- no ghost is visible, as I cast fearful glances around.
“I am talking to you”, the looking glass tilts suddenly to flash the light at me, and I catch its’ movement.
Its earlier quote strikes my fuzzy brain, “why did you call me revolting?”
“You look pale, and there are dark circles round your eyes”.
I am afraid of going near it, so I don’t look into it. I wonder aloud, “looking glasses don’t talk”.
“They do! Haven’t you read about Snow White’s stepmother’s mirror?”
“Oh that! It’s just a story”.
“Stories are based on true happenings”.
As I think over it I hear the movement downstairs. The Others have returned, and IB (my grandson) knocks, “Dado, come downstairs to eat.”
I follow him. “Oh me gosh! I totally forgot the interview.