Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 53) The Girl

As Viktor steps closer, he realizes he is looking into a bedroom. The room is little and well-kept with a small bed and shelves full of books. Various jars with water and flowers in them line the window on the other side of the room and this is when Viktor realizes, this is not a window at all.

“I’m on the backside of a mirror?” He questions of himself.

With the shovel he attempts to tap at the oblong mirror to make sure it is truly there but he realizes the shovel is no longer in his hand. With this change he tries to step even closer he get a better view of the room and this time, he tries to knock on the glass with the knuckles of his hand, but he cannot touch it. There is now gravel under his feet, which is not helpful in keeping his footing solid, plus he is making a lot of noise in his effort. It is as if some hidden force is blocking his way, forcing him to stay at a distance.

It is now that he notices a young woman rushing into the room with a startled expression on her face and he pulls his hand back from the glass as if a wasp stung him. Her thick dark hair falls to one side as she runs to the window on the other side of the room. Slowly she peeks outside, much like a person would if they wish to not be seen.

“I think that is the girl I have been following, she must have heard me staggering on this loose gravel.” Viktor says as he steps up again to be closer to the mirror making even more commotion than before. “I’ll wave at her, maybe she can see me.” He murmurs as he stands directly in the middle of the frame. “Hello.” He says softly but she does not respond.

Instead, she turns around and looks in the direction she came from and then again glances out the window. Her skin is creamy with the slightest blush to her cheeks and he is positive she is the girl he followed down the street. Viktor reaches down and picks up a piece of the gravel that has taken the place of the hard floor. With all his might, he throws it at the mirror and the young woman instantly turns, but instead of looking at him, she stares toward the entrance of the room she came from.

“Well she heard that.” Viktor says to himself. “Can you hear me?” He states in a firm tone.

Ex 53

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2 responses

  1. Ooh – I quite like this twist!

    August 21, 2016 at 1:18 pm

    • Thank you! I hope you’re having a good weekend 😀

      August 21, 2016 at 1:39 pm

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