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We found dressing-gown man, face down in the mirror.
Mirrors don’t hold your reflection. You hold the mirror in your perception.
These were some of the things he used to say.
If you centre your conscious body in the moment and in that moment you also centre the mirrors consciousness, you can do this same magic trick.
The trick: we found him in the mirror, face down in the smooth flat glass like a painting. But it wasn’t a painting; it was a moment. One that dressing-gown man had caught and killed.
We didn’t expect him to come back, but we didn’t know for sure. Philosophical issues were always painful to discuss; it had always been dressing-gown man who told us our philosophy. What was he trying to tell us now?
We put the mirror back in his room, and sat with him for a while every day, watching his back. His dressing gown floated out around him like a sail. We missed his face.
This church is the portal to the living moment of dressing-gown man. It is also the coffin which holds the moment he killed.
Nobody worships here.
Ben said,
August 1, 2008 at 7:43 pm
Hi sister mine!
Really liking your stuff. Particularly this one. Mirrors are spooky. Did you know that they make them out of the tears of little alien children?
thebeardedlady said,
August 1, 2008 at 8:30 pm
Thanks Ben… I’ve got a load more stuff to go up in the next few weeks, and some longer pieces as well I might put on here. Want some readers!
Have linked your stories on here, hope that’s ok (‘what’s an octopode?’).
xx
Misha said,
August 2, 2008 at 10:49 am
At long last I get to see your writing.
Amazing. Your shortest-of-shorts story pulled me in. First sentence. I’m hooked.
No one warned me your writing is like crack. Now I’ll have to join a recovery program. After I’ve had my daily fix reading the rest, of course.
Thanks for that. Pusher.
thebeardedlady said,
August 4, 2008 at 9:01 am
Thanks, glad you liked it