PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
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Objects and How They Appear
My stomach roils when I comprehend the mirror.
He’ll blame me regardless of facts.
I rap my knuckles against my cheeks.
The repair is going to cost more than the permitted $50 I have in my wallet; he’ll know if I use a credit card. He’ll demand answers and then he’ll blame me.
“Lady, you okay?” a passerby asks.
I bite my lip and nod before squeezing my eyes closed, wishing the damage would simply vanish.
“Damn, someone took your mirror out,” he says. “But it won’t be much to fix. Just a mirror. Not the end of the world.”