Reflections

As I looked into the mirror, I found it hard to believe it was my own reflection. When did I get so old?

I traced every line on my face back to its cause. The ones around my eyes due to squinting from reading in bad light with failing eyesight. The receding hairline, when it used to be standing room only on my head. My lips, once full, now tight, cracked and pale. My face, well formed with a chiselled chin, now thin with sunken cheeks.

Time just passed by so quickly. The doctor removed the mirror and checked it for signs of misted glass. He looked towards my family who stood around my bed and shook his head solemnly.

As they put me in the coffin and nailed the lid shut, I wondered how long it would be before my face started to putrefy and rot to such a degree that I would not be able to recognise myself at all.

∼ Ian Sputnik

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4 thoughts on “Reflections

  1. Isn’t it great to read a flash fiction that is so short, yet so well contrived, you don’t feel cheated? If it were up to me, I’d give short-short fictions on the level of this one pro-pay — a price way beyond word count (and way above $5)!

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