Curse of the Mirror

 




- by blue



She never lingered as long as a minute when passing by the mirror situated in the hallway connecting the front door to the living room. Her feet didn't stop their flighty steps when she came by it, refusing to take a single glance at its reflective surface.


It helped that the mirror was placed at the top of an antique shelf, with carved out roses and a shiny varnish. That meant all she had to do was remain below. But oh, the temptation!


It was time for her early morning walks again. To do that, she had to cross the very same hallway that had the mirror to get to the door and out into the yard. She'd have to leave the cozy safety her velvet sofa provided. But the morning walk was an essential daily routine. The neighbors would have to answer to her as usual, and she couldn't do that while lying inside the house. It would be cowardly of her to yell at them from the glass windows that would probably mute her voice in the end. The risks shouldn't stop her. That includes the mirror. 


The sofa was comfortable, but there was no time to dawdle. Any minute now, and she'd be occupied with breakfast. Nothing should ever distract her from the most important meal of the day. 


She stretched her appendages as she stifled a yawn. Best to get the muscles ready before battle. Her feet took their first step on the carpet. Then, she was off. Slowly but surely, gracefully and without the ugly hurriedness of a careless haste, she walked towards the hallway. 


One step, two... Five more itty bitty steps and she'd be nearing the mirror. Careful now, she reminded herself. Don't look. Vanity would do her no good. Not this time.


But what was this? Steady legs were climbing up the branches of the poor plastic plant beside the antique shelf. It clung to the wood that was varnished to shine, leaving scratches and pinprick holes. 


Oh, Emily. Sweet Emily. Why don't you listen to yourself?


T'was too late. The feline gazed into the mirror bearing the metal engravings of black roses that looked real. It hoped to see its elegant fur, its wide crystal balls for eyes, and the long whiskers it was proud to have grown over the years. 


But Emily screeched, clawed on the image she saw, and scrambled out the door like the scared cat she thought she would be once she gazed into the wretched reflection of hers. For instead of the black fur, the round eyes, and the whiskers, she saw long black hair, white porcelain skin, and the eyes of the dead that looked straight into her from a past that had never been. A past that was left behind in a forgotten world. 


"Phew... I keep forgetting I looked horrible once. Best to leave that mirror alone," Emily told herself, a repeated promise she always tends to break. 



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Everyone knew the story of the witch

Who lived in the house beyond the East.

Everyone told she had the magic to change

To morph her appearance like a magician on stage.


Everyone knew of the witch

Who could turn into a feline with a switch.

She had black flowing hair

And so white and fair, 

But her eyes told them she looked dead

A passing soul the living dread. 


But people did not know she was no witch.

Not a tinge of magic she had with her wits.

It was instead a curse that fell on her head

To forever be a cat with her body left for dead.




[photo from: Pin on Cat]



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