Short Story: A Tale of Two Mirrors
In the room stood two mirrors. One showed how the person saw themself, the other showed who the person really was. They only had one problem.
No one knew which mirror was which.
No. That was a lie. That wasn’t the only problem. The other problem was that people didn’t actually know what the reflections meant.
Shadowed eyes. Was it a sign of fatigue or deception?
White hair. Age or purity?
Blood. Guilt or hurt?
In the end, the mirrors were deemed too dangerous and were locked away.
At least, that was how the story went. Was it real or just superstition? She leaned more towards the former, because she cleaned the room all the time, and both mirrors had only ever shown her exactly as she was.
She turned to leave. Behind her, one mirror showed a normal girl, while the other showed a pair of pure white wings on her back.