Rage
A/N: Fourth in this series of vignettes.
Never again would anyone be hurt by this damned mirror.
Anger flooded through her. She threw herself at the mirror, pushing with every thing she had. It tipped, and through the grace of God, she managed to get her balance before she went down with it. It fell with a mighty crash, ancient glass flying with the impact.
She brushed hair away from her eyes and stared at the broken frame…
Clapping came from behind. She whirled, facing the object of her reflections.
In the world, there have only been five great kisses. This one would sweep them all away.