By Jake T.S. Wryte
Tammy no longer needed a mirror to see her reflection. Wherever she went, her double followed.
Apart from being identical in every way possible, Tammy’s double always had a noticeable difference. Yesterday it had been the inflamed wedding album over which Tammy had cried and her reflection had smiled. Tonight she wouldn’t go anywhere with Tammy without that darn butcher’s knife.
Tammy swallowed two aspirins and crept into bed. She didn’t want to be awake when Mark came home, his hair and clothes a mess and reeking of women’s perfume.
Tammy slept, but her double stayed up and waited for Mark.
Well done. Said so much in so few words.
Yeah, a good story. Even better on reflection.
Powerful. Cleverly done.
Who knows? The shadow knows.
Great story!