A bumblebee flew straight into the looking glass and, like a drop into water, left only ripples behind. Confused, I tapped on the glass; my hand passed through and left more ripples but, oddly, it didn’t feel wet. Curiouser and curiouser, I stuck my head through to look within.
I found death. Heads and limp bodies, white flowers painted red with blood, a woman in a crimson gown holding a dripping executioner’s axe. She turned her head and eyed me over her shoulder, grinning. I tore out of the mirror and fell back.
Was that real? I needed another look.
Hi Taylor,
I just published a flash based on your prompt of a bobcat, a ring, Northern Canada. Hope you're well. https://jimlatham.substack.com/p/a-bobcat-a-ring-a-breeze