The Lady in the Mirror
Prologue
Timothy Jackson Drake knew he was too old to have an imaginary friend.
Well, he actually didn't know that but when he told his mama that he did have one Janet Drake had tutted at him and shook her head. "Honestly Timothy do not be so silly, do you not think that you are a little too old to have an imaginary friend?"
"Yes mama," he had answered her and went on his way, though not before his mother had told him that he was too old to call her and that he needed to call her mother instead.
But that did not stop Tim from seeing her, sometimes she went away for a little while but before too long he would turn around and there she would be in the mirror. He did think that was a little odd, wouldn't an imaginary friend be able to be wherever she wanted to be? Why was she only ever in the mirror?
Tim didn't know, and in truth he didn't think about it too much. He was just glad that he had someone to talk with.
Well, it was more that he talked too her as the lady in the mirror could not talk. She moved her mouth at times like she was speaking, but no noise came out. Maybe the glass of the mirror just cancelled out the sound.
So whenever mother and father went to one of their digs, which was often, and Mrs Mac had left for the day Tim would sit in front of the mirror cross-legged and would tell the lady all about what he had done that day and the lady never seemed bored, in fact she would sit down as well and even nod every now and then when he said something she found interesting.
She did frown at him when he told her about his parents work and how important it was so Tim just assumed that she wasn't interested in archology and so decided not to tell her about that again.
Tim did wish that she could talk, and he didn't understand why she couldn't, if she was just made up by his mind then surely she could talk if he wanted her to and yet no matter how much he imagined her talking she never did.
Timothy was a smart boy and very mature for his age, his parents had always told him so and that was why they knew that they could trust him to be on his own while they went on their digs. And with that in mind and the evidence he had on hand their was only one conclusion he could draw.
The lady wasn't imaginary, she was not in his head. She was real and she was in the mirror.
But he was the only one who could see her, she never appeared to his parents and one time when he gathered up his courage and dragged his mother in front of the mirror in the living room where the woman was still standing plain as day his mother had frowned at him and told him that she did not have time for any of his childish games.
He never tried again.
Time passed and Tim just shrugged his shoulders, his best friend lived in his mirror and that was just the way it was. He would move the mirror in front of the television so they could watch it together and he would point at the screen at certain moments and explain why he loved this one scene or why that other scene was stupid and would never happen in real life.
And then one day he sat down in front of the mirror and looked his friend, with her long red hair and her cool crown and her glowing red eyes and told her the truth. "I wish you could talk, I wish I knew your name."
And then, she granted his wish. "I'm Wanda."
End of Prologue.
Just a little idea I've been toying and something to put people on while I work on new chapters for my other stories.
With warmest regards,
DiscordantSymphony.