Mirror, Mirror On The Wall

The first thing she did was put in mirrors to open up the space.
“See,” she told him, “Look at how much bigger the rooms look now!”
Instead of looking he kept his eyes fixed on the T.V screen.
“The place looked big enough before,” he said. “Don’t see why it needs mirrors in every room now.”
She shook her head and dropped her hands to her hips, hammer still clutched loosly in the right.
“It’s called interior design,” she huffed. “Most people pay for someone’s help with it,”
“Oh trust me,” he mutter, “I think I’m going to.”



  1. I liked the light tone. I have been reading a lot of heavy-emotionally laden flash fiction pieces so this was a breath of fresh air. It felt like stepping up and looking through the glass to see a normal couple having a normal moment. No murder, zombies or angry fights. Very nice.


  2. Dear Carol, With a hammer in her hand he is mighty brave. Very well told and I’ve been there before – once I decided at 1 AM I wanted to wallpaper our bathroom and had it done when Mike woke up. Great story!
    Nan πŸ™‚


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