It didn\u2019t work. My Mother was right.
She isn\u2019t my real Mother, but she\u2019s the only one I have.\u00a0 I speak to her in the mirror and no; we look nothing alike.
She\u2019s beautiful, I mean beautiful; slender, arched eyebrows, violet eyes, ebony hair, long neck and hands to die for.\u00a0 I\u2019m pretty; there is a large difference.
She told me that deceit only works if you want to be rich, it never works if you want to be in love.\u00a0 I thought, (and naturally so) what the hell does she know?\u00a0 She seduced my father and I\u2019m not too sure if he died of natural causes or if she helped him to die of natural causes.\u00a0 Deceit in love?\u00a0 She\u2019s never been in love of that I\u2019m sure.
Okay, listen, let\u2019s get one thing straight before we go on.\u00a0 I loved my father.\u00a0 He loved me.\u00a0 I couldn\u2019t help his natural appetites.\u00a0 My step-mother was there, yes but if he would have said \u2018hey, I\u2019m tired tonight I\u2019ll see you in the morning,\u2019 he may have lived longer.\u00a0 I suppose he died of what we all die of; free will.
Anyway, I was up in the attic trying to figure out the spinning wheel and thinking of a guy I just met at the well.\u00a0 Now, Mom always told me not to touch the point of the spinning wheel because if I got a drop of blood on the snowy white wool I was spinning I\u2019d fall asleep for 100 years.
I believed her because she worked like a dog for that snowy white wool.\u00a0 She said that with my dark complexion, big brown eyes and rosy glow I\u2019d look fabulous in white.
She wanted to marry me off as soon as possible.\u00a0 To her credit, she was sizing up a very rich baron with lots of lands and a modern manor house with water heat.\u00a0 I think of what life may have been there every once in a while.
I had other plans.\u00a0 He was fair, noble, handsome and brave, the guy at the well. So I pricked my finger and dropped my blood on the snowy white wool.\u00a0 As I tumbled into that deep, deep sleep my Mother warned me against, I heard her yelling my name from the basement.\u00a0 Something about being an idiot.
I think if she would have just left well enough alone she wouldn\u2019t be talking to me through the mirror.\u00a0 She could have stayed in my father\u2019s castle and lead a normal albeit rather evil life making her poison apples and scaring little kids.
\u201cDid you have to lock your door again last night?\u201d asked the mirror.
\u201cYes, and you don\u2019t have to tell me \u2018I told you so\u2019.\u201d
\u201cMove up into the tower, with that game leg of his he won\u2019t follow you up there.\u201d
\u201cHe won\u2019t let me cut my hair!\u201d
\u201cLet your hair grow.\u00a0 It\u2019s always grown fast and thick; you might escape by it in a year or two.\u201d
\u201cThat\u2019s ridiculous!\u201d
\u201cSo is being married to that frog of a man you waited to kiss on your wedding night.\u00a0 When you’re down, I’m sure the Baron will still have you and I can get the hell out of this mirror.\u201d<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Okay, listen, let\u2019s get one thing straight before we go on. I loved my father. He loved me. I couldn\u2019t help his natural appetites. My step-mother was there, yes but if he would have said \u2018hey, I\u2019m tired tonight I\u2019ll see you in the morning,\u2019 he may have lived longer. I suppose he died of what we all die of; free will.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2261,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[6,2,3],"tags":[11,13,24],"class_list":["post-328","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-short-story","category-flash-fiction","category-short-fiction","tag-amwriting","tag-flashfic","tag-vss"],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"amp_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/lydiaink.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/08\/Mirror-Mirror.jpeg?fit=1408%2C768&ssl=1","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lydiaink.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/328","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lydiaink.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lydiaink.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lydiaink.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lydiaink.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=328"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/lydiaink.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/328\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2262,"href":"https:\/\/lydiaink.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/328\/revisions\/2262"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lydiaink.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/2261"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lydiaink.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=328"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lydiaink.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=328"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lydiaink.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=328"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}