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Guest_Nina_*
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Apr 6 06, 16:36
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Two-way Mirror
I wanted that mirror. Gazing into the antique shop's window, I absorbed its beauty. The mirror's shape reminded me of draped curtains; pointed at the top, curving down, tied at each side and falling to a rectangular base. Its frame was intricate; the workmanship superb. Miniature female figures were overlaid onto gold filigree. It was a pity there were a few missing at the bottom, marring its perfection. Even so, I still wanted to buy the mirror. Stepping through the door, I thought it strange that I’d never noticed this shop even though I walked down this road every day.
The interior was dark, cramped and smelled of sandalwood and incense. I negotiated my way round antique furniture and other bits and pieces. An old man, in a frayed shirt and worn three-piece suit, stood behind an old fashioned wooden counter. His white beard and hair contrasted starkly with his dark skin. Behind him hung a mirror; twin to the one I’d seen in the window. As I approached, I could feel his dark eyes upon me, piercing deep into my soul. “You’re interested in the mirror.” “How much is it?” I asked unnerved that he knew what I wanted. I reasoned that he must have seen me standing outside. “For you, £250.” I gulped. It was a lot of money for a mirror. Pete would have a fit. Common sense told me to leave; yet I found myself handing over my credit card. Almost without realising it, the mirror was mine. “You’ve made the right choice,” the man said, so quietly that I thought I must have imagined it.
My purchase was delivered later that evening and was hung in the lounge above the fireplace. “What did you buy such an ugly thing for?” Pete asked when he came home. “I thought we’d agreed to put a plasma TV on that wall.” “You agreed to a TV. I wanted a mirror and it’s not ugly, I love it.” “Okay, maybe not ugly but it dominates the room and is intimidating. How much was it?” “Just over £200.” “Blimey! Two hundred quid! They saw you coming.” “It’s an antique.” “Antique! White elephant more like. There’s something about it that I don’t like. Still, as you do, we’ll leave it there for now. We can always move it when we buy the TV. Now, what’s for dinner, I’m starving?” “Thanks.” I said, giving him a hug. “I’m making your favourite; steak and chips.”
I carefully polished the mirror till it gleamed and went to bed contented. That night my dreams were strange. In one, I was wearing a long, white nightdress trimmed with lace and buttoned to the neck and wrists. I floated downstairs, hovering a little way above the ground, my bare feet dangling in the air. Scents of sandalwood and incense greeted me as I was drawn into the lounge. Standing in front of the mantelpiece I gazed at my reflection. The pale face staring back at me rippled as if someone had dropped a stone in the centre. Curious, I reached out, brushing the surface fluidity with my fingertips. Pressing harder, my palm sank through the glass. A whirling vortex appeared, sucking me into its depths. I slipped through opaque liquid. Laughter echoed around me as I fell into nothingness…
I awoke with a jolt, relieved to feel the bed’s solidity beneath my body. Still disorientated, snippets of my dream still lingering, I opened my eyes. Morning sunlight dazzled me. I sat up, confused. The window was in the wrong place. It should have been beyond the base of my bed, not to the side. I shivered. The curtains that framed it, hung in the same shape as my antique mirror. Then, I noticed an identical window directly opposite the first. Looking round the room, I realised it was nothing like my bedroom. The lilac walls and mauve carpet had been turned clinical white. The only furniture in the room was the bed I was sitting on. I padded over to the window; almost tripping over the long voluminous nightgown I was wearing. Instead of seeing my garden or even the road, I was looking out into my lounge. I touched the glass, hoping to sink through but it was a solid barrier. I ran over to the other window, somehow knowing that I’d find the dusky interior of the antiques shop there. Hundreds of questions flooded my mind. As I stared out of the window, the old man swivelled round to face me. His eyes penetrated mine and a smile formed on his face. He moistened his lips and moved towards me, his hands reaching through the glass.
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© Nina 2006
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Apr 7 06, 09:58
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Thank you for your entry into Odin's Opposition! :troy:
Perhaps you’ll rise up, drink from the Well of Wisdom and be crowned the ‘bringer of victory’?
Best of luck in the battle! :vic:
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May 20 06, 08:47
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Congratulations on your Gold placement!
You have risen up, drank from the Well of Wisdom and have been crowned the ‘bringer of victory’!
Well done!
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"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to." ~ J.R.R Tolkien, The Lord of the RingsCollaboration feeds innovation. In the spirit of workshopping, please revisit those threads you've critiqued to see if the author has incorporated your ideas, or requests further feedback from you. In addition, reciprocate with those who've responded to you in kind. "I believe it is the act of remembrance, long after our bones have turned to dust, to be the true essence of an afterlife." ~ Lorraine M. KanterNominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here! "Worry looks around, Sorry looks back, Faith looks up." ~ Early detection can save your life.MM Award Winner
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May 20 06, 09:00
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Hi Nina,
Many congrats on your win in Odin's - well done! :)
J.
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May 20 06, 09:27
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Congratulations on your Gold Nina! Very well deserved! This is a wonderful tale, full of descriptive details that greatly enhance the story. It leaves much to the reader's imagination as to what is actually going on (or at least in my mind). Makes one wonder ...
Excellent write!
Cathy
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Guest_Nina_*
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May 20 06, 11:49
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Thanks very much Lori, James and Cathy, much appreciated.
Nina
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May 20 06, 14:00
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May 20 06, 16:36
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Hi Chris
Thanks very muched. I'm really chuffed that you enjoyed the story so much.
Nina
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May 23 06, 10:41
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Awesome Nina!
Even if we guessed what could be happening you told it uniqely!
Well Done!
Loved every word!
PP
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May 23 06, 16:26
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Hi John and Bev
thank you both very much for your congratulations and kind words. I'm happy you liked the tale.
Nina
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May 24 06, 02:58
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Nina~
Soon you will have a double layer of Awards!
PP
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Guest_Nina_*
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May 24 06, 17:21
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Hi Bev QUOTE Soon you will have a double layer of Awards! now, that is a scary thought. Nina
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May 25 06, 07:12
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QUOTE (Nina @ May 25 06, 00:21 ) Hi Bev now, that is a scary thought.
Nina No Nina! Nothing to be scared of BE PROUD! PP
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