There by the lake was a house. It was an old house, abandoned to time.
The house was falling away, and its garden was always unkempt and twisted. One day, I decided to visit.
I jumped over the rotted fence and fought through the plants. Overhead, the weather turned fearsome, but I didn’t turn back.
I came to the canopy, stopped to regain my breath. When I did, I glanced through the window and screamed. A face peered back at me.
It wasn’t glass but a mirror.
The house wasn’t abandoned, the world was, and I screamed at our reflection.
Explore your Fiction.
Love your Reality.