(This is a first draft - I meant to get back to it, but extra hours at work and my novel have taken over. Thank you for all the lovely comments so far, and apologies that I have been absent over the last couple of days. Some of you made some lovely comments about my M post - Monsters - so you might be interested to know that was an excerpt from the first story in Our Beautiful Child, which you can check out on Amazon and Goodreads. Thanks for all your support so far! Normal service resumed tomorrow.)
The mirror smashes. It falls from the wall right in front of me, the crash cascading around the room. I jump and my heart races.
A hundred faces watches me; a hundred pieces of me.
A thousand pieces of my soul, scattered on the floor.
A million scraps of my life.
I reach down pick up one of the shards; it slices into my hand. For a second, nothing happens, then a bubble of blood erupts and starts to trickle down my finger.
The images mutate, blurring at the edges. I stare until some of them don’t even look like me any more. I am gazing into the faces of countless strangers, all staring back. Not one of them is me. I am lost.
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