The prompts for 3WW this week were glass, question, and token. The first thing that came to mind turned into a 55 Flash Fiction Friday submission too. It is great to be lazy.
Who is the old man in the glass? Is this some kind of funhouse mirror that progresses age like a police computer program? The eyes he recognizes without question, but the face is that of a stranger. What once were only token lines and wrinkles are now carvings, chiseled by the many ravages of time.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
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