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Okay, it’s a late evening here right now, so, I think, the time for some small story has come.
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Although my hometown is rather old (it was first mentioned in historical documentation in 1388), there’re not so many old buildings left here. Still, we have an old street in the center where lot of shops and facilities are situated. Among others there’s an educational center to where I go twice a week for the landscape design course. I always take a shortcut while passing through a small back alley.
And that’s where I found something interesting one day.
A mirror was leant against the wall of the back alley – an ordinary big rectangular mirror without any frame. It was so old and dirty, that the reflection in it looked hazy and blur. It wouldn’t be surprising at all to find it in some old house, but it was placed there, outside, on the bare ground.
Who put it there and why – honestly, I don't know.
On the other hand, it looked so perfectly suited for that old wall like it had been standing there for years.
Time after time, I passed by the mirror, watching at my own dim reflection and imagining what kind of story it could be part of.
And then, the same day I decided to take a photo of it, I found the mirror broken. Only a pile of shatters was left on the ground (it’s still there, by the way).
The mirror is gone, but so many questions are left. Of course, the common sense says that’s nothing mysterious about it, but I just can’t stop thinking of different fantastic theories. Like, were it gates to another world? Magical item? Was it broken by chance or intentionally by some strange creature coming from it to our world? And so on.
Maybe, one day I write or draw something about that mirror. Maybe, I won’t. But, anyway, it’s just amazing how many untold stories surround us in our everyday life.
(¬‿¬ )
Although my hometown is rather old (it was first mentioned in historical documentation in 1388), there’re not so many old buildings left here. Still, we have an old street in the center where lot of shops and facilities are situated. Among others there’s an educational center to where I go twice a week for the landscape design course. I always take a shortcut while passing through a small back alley.
And that’s where I found something interesting one day.
A mirror was leant against the wall of the back alley – an ordinary big rectangular mirror without any frame. It was so old and dirty, that the reflection in it looked hazy and blur. It wouldn’t be surprising at all to find it in some old house, but it was placed there, outside, on the bare ground.
Who put it there and why – honestly, I don't know.
On the other hand, it looked so perfectly suited for that old wall like it had been standing there for years.
Time after time, I passed by the mirror, watching at my own dim reflection and imagining what kind of story it could be part of.
And then, the same day I decided to take a photo of it, I found the mirror broken. Only a pile of shatters was left on the ground (it’s still there, by the way).
The mirror is gone, but so many questions are left. Of course, the common sense says that’s nothing mysterious about it, but I just can’t stop thinking of different fantastic theories. Like, were it gates to another world? Magical item? Was it broken by chance or intentionally by some strange creature coming from it to our world? And so on.
Maybe, one day I write or draw something about that mirror. Maybe, I won’t. But, anyway, it’s just amazing how many untold stories surround us in our everyday life.
