Mirror to the sky

For A., once again

They were carrying her newly purchased full-length mirror between them.
“I can see you,” he exclaimed, “and I can see myself, the sky and that electric wire!”
She smiled shyly.
He could see it in her bright face in the mirror in the deep blue sky.

– James Steerforth  ( © 2008 )

Based on real experience.

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About James Steerforth

I am an author of poetry and fiction, translator and painter who loves to have fun with borrowed feathers.
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