I smiled in the old antique shop.
Many mirrors, trinkets and toys from back in the day.
I ran my fingertips across a small mirror, oak wood frame, polished with a ruby at the top where there was a small scratch.
It was pretty.
I walk over to the register.
The lady frowns, seeing the mirror in my hand,” What?”
“You don’t want that one,”
I chuckled,” You telling me that only makes me want it even more,”
She raised an eyebrow,” You’re different than the other ones,”
“What makes you say that?”
“Why do you want it?”
“I appreciate the simplistic beauty of this particular mirror… something about it… it’s just… beautiful,”
“You’re different all right,”
“Excuse me, but what?”
She sighed,” That mirror has been bought several times. It’s never returned naturally. After a few months, the mirror is always back, over there on that shelf, waiting… never figured out how it does it does that,”
I tilted my head to the side,” Huh… maybe it’s a sign… an omen… that it was meant for me,”
“Interesting way of thinking,”
“So… will you sell me the mirror? The price?”
I smiled at her,” Here,”
I walked out with the mirror that day, not knowing I’d end up how I am now.
What am I?
Who am I?
How did I get here?
I guess you’ll just have to wait to find out dear reader.
This isn’t just my story.
But the story…