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Mirror, Mirror |
| Written by A M Lawrence | |
| Tuesday, 26 August 2008 | |
It was fantastic, exactly what she was looking for. And to believe it was only ten dollars at the yard sale she decided to stop at. The five foot oval mirror stood on it's cherry oak stand and it was the perfect finishing touch she wanted in the spare bedroom. She wanted an antique feel to her guest room. If she was going to have any company, this room was now complete and decorated into her ‘dream' room. She hoped for more furniture to come with the house, but wasn't complaining since she was given the house by her paternal grandmother. Decorating it herself was bringing her an enormous amount of joy. Grabbing the glass cleaner and paper towels, Rachel cleaned one side of the mirror. Instead of just grabbing the bottom and flipping it around she walked to the other side and began spraying the cleaner. She would have to grab the Murphy oil and treat the wood, it was a bit weathered, she realized, as she wiped away the spray, leaving the mirror streak free. Looking at herself in the mirror, her jean skirt and tank top were a bit dirty now from carrying the mirror upstairs. The dust coating it heavily. Rachel noticed the sun reflecting in the window and into the mirror, a bird perched on the window seal, it‘s magnificent colors grabbing her attention. Not recognizing the kind of bird it was, she turned to look at it without the mirror. But there was no bird perched on the window sill. Had it flown away so quickly? Looking back to herself, there she was and the bird again. She watched it leave, spread it's wings and fly away. Noticing her hair was mussed, Rachel ran her fingers through her dark brown hair, tucking the curls behind her ears. Then smoothed down the front of her red velvet dress. The bodice was low cut. Farther than Papa would ever allow, until Mama made him loose the fight. The red velvet dress fit snuggly, curving her hips tight, accentuating her full bosoms. Mama sewed the dress just for the special occasion. Her sixteenth birthday was this weekend and oh, was she excited. Ms. Rosa kept her promise to braid her hair this morning, and she decided it would look like this the day of the party they would have this weekend. Her red hair barely contained in the braid tried to slip out numerous times, tight curls hanging framing her porcelain features. Her nose was a bit pointed, in her opinion, but no one else said they thought so. She turned her head to examine it once more. "Well, child, what do you think?" The fully rounded black woman asked admiring the work. "Yer mama, did a beautiful job I do believe." "Yes," she turned a full circle and watched it float back to her feet. "I love it." "Let me fetch her for ya. My, you've grown fast Miss Lizzy. Painting a mighty pretty picture, I do say." Ms. Rosa patted her head gently. Elizabeth turned and hugged Ms. Rosa hard. Her rose scented soap wafted around them, "Thank you so much for talking papa into this." "Yes, my child. I will return in a moment with your mama. Let her see her beautiful young woman ready to take on the world." Yes, she was turning into a woman, wasn't she? But of course it didn't happen all that fast, she believed. Elizabeth couldn't wait until Jack could see this gorgeous dress on her. Would he think her to be a child or the woman she was becoming? Feeling the tickle in her tummy, she smiled. She wanted to be kissed by him. Maybe he could take her out for a walk after her father approved. Elizabeth stood in the mirror, smiling, for just a moment longer, before she curtsied. "I love this dress!"
Rachel found herself standing exactly like the girl in the glass. Holding a dress she wasn't wearing as if she had just curtsied herself. Blinking several times to clear her mind, she wondered what the hell she just witnessed. The smell of the soap, Ms. Rosa's skin was soft. Rachel starred at her finger tips. Was it her? Did she see these things for real, or imagine it all in her own made up fantasy. Standing up straight Rachel looked around the room, making sure she was really in her home. She could still see the window, the white walls at her back. Everything seemed exactly the same, but it wasn't her just then. The sense of unfamiliarity loomed heavy, almost making her nauseous. Feeling her forehead, it wasn't hot, nor did she feel sick. What was the matter with her? Maybe she was out in the sun a bit to long after all. She made sure she got out to her gardens early, ran her errands, and was home by noon. Before the real heat of the day. Rachel's hair stood up on the back of her neck. Copyright 2008 A M Lawrence |
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