Saturday, April 26, 2008

A drabble in ten parts: Part VII


The first room we come to must have been the bedroom of a little girl. Pink sheets, now faded, line the bed adorned with dolls and toy animals. I can almost make out my own reflection in their shiny glass eyes as I bend down, peering at them from behind the lens. They disappear momentarily as the shutter clicks.

Beside the bureau is a full-length mirror with a gilded frame. I consider my reflection, picture lace dresses and tiaras. Yeah, right.

Then I realize that I don’t see anyone behind me in the reflection. I spin around.

Bill is gone.

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