Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 213) Voices
Standing atop the hill, Viktor finds himself in that all too familiar place of cobblestone roads and tall colorful buildings. The weather is warm, steamy like a muggy summer night. No moon is shining and the stars seem shy as the dark sky looms above him.
“I know this place well.” Viktor says to himself. “It is a bit off-season though.”
Slowly he begins to walk down the hill, the soap factory in easy sight since he knows exactly where it is now. A hot wind blows through the alleyways between the buildings causing the hanging signs of the shops to sway and squeak. There is tension here unlike he has felt before and it worries him.
“So what does this all mean?” He questions to his dream self as he looks around suspicious of everything that moves.
Up to the right is the shop with the lavender door and as he enters the building and steps inside, he finds himself looking through a massive mirror. It is two stories high and several feet wide, tall enough to see the tops of trees and wide enough to lose sight in both directions.
“Vast possibilities.” Viktor says in a mumble. “A mirror or window this size can only mean that. Apparently I am doing some soul-searching.” He snickers. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
The image he is witness to is of the woods near the cottage just before dawn. Twinkling glimmers of dew appear to dance about and there is a peacefulness emitting from the view.
“I’m not sure what it is I am supposed to gain from this.” Viktor says in a frustrated manner. “Show me where Aaron is, that would be helpful.”
The mirror begins to darken and the twilight scene from the mountain fades away to a deep gray haze. Flashing through this murky mystery are the colorful lights atop a police car. The vehicle is not visible, only a hint of the lights can penetrate this deep coating across the mirror.
“That’s it, show me where he is.” Viktor whispers.
Suddenly Josephine’s face appears larger than life as she yells, “Look behind you!”
With a loud pop Viktor and Nadja both sit straight up from their sleeping positions upon the bed!
“What was that?” Nadja questions in a shaky voice.
“I don’t know.” Viktor is trembling slightly from the stressful dream and abrupt awakening.
“Are you okay?” Nadja questions as she stares at the closed door of the room.
“I was dreaming,” he starts to say but is interrupted by yelling voices from somewhere outside.
“Oh god, it has to be Aaron.” Nadja leaps off the bed and runs over to the door quickly bolting its lock.
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