Moving Day

Crack.

Miranda suppressed an urgent need to roll her eyes. Just her luck to bump something while carrying a heavy box right behind Diane who disappeared into her new apartment.

The now broken mirror sat on the lawn with scattered boxes and furniture. Miranda squatted in front of it.

“Mirror mirror on the lawn. Who’s the….” She took in the teased high hair, the tight clothes, the hint of wrinkle, and break in the reflection, and couldn’t resist rubbing the crack with her thumb.

“Well, maybe she won’t notice.” She collected her heavy box and went in.

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Nathan Sowers

Breadcrumbs: If you leave a link in my comments to the post where you rose to the challenge, then I will be sure to comment. If it’s hard to find you, I’ll assume you don’t want a visit

This is a little snippet to go with my published book Moving In.