Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – One Hundred and Fifty-Eight

The mirror was a birthday present from Bella’s husband, and her reflection in its greenish depths pleased her. Some puckish impulse drew her to blow a kiss. 

The reflected face touched its cheek and smiled. 

Bella shook her head in disbelief, even as the woman in the mirror continued braiding her green-gold hair. 

As she watched, the surface of the mirror seemed to become fluid, and a delicate hand reached outwards.

Half mesmerised, Bella leaned forward and all but fell into the eyes that watched her. She awoke screaming, with blood dripping from a gouge in her white cheek.

©️jj 2019

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