She stared into the mirror. It was golden, lined with jewels. An "antique." Not really, though. When she stared into the mirror, all she could see was Maureen. All she could remember was the day they bought it.
"Wow, Pookie. Everything is so beautiful over there!" Maureen pointed to a large stand selling mirrors, necklaces, candles, and other gaudy, jeweled items.
"No… it's all too flashy."
Maureen rolled her eyes. "Flashy, smashy." She began to stride towards the table, gasping when she got up close. "Oh God, Joanne – look at this mirror! It's stunning. You can't tell me you don't love it."
Joanne examined it. It was big, painted in cheap gold paint, and covered in fake rubies, topaz, and sapphire. It was also one of the tamest items they had. She glanced over at Maureen, who was making puppy dog eyes at her and pouting. She sighed. "Fine, we'll get it. How much is it?"
"Fifty," the owner said.
Her eyes nearly popped out. "Fifty! Are you out of your mind?"
"Calm down, Pookie! It's not that bad. Just pay him."
Joanne glared at her. She pulled out her wallet and handed the man a fifty-dollar bill.
Maureen picked up the mirror. "Thank youuuu! Ow, Pookie – hold this. It's too heavy for me."
"Yes, Maureen."
Now she was gone and Joanne's heart was empty. All she had left was the mirror and the memory.