My Grandfather had a haunted mirror. He said, “If you look into the mirror very closely, so very closely, you can see the ghost and the ghost can see you.”
“Did you ever see the ghost, Grandfather?” I asked him once.
“I did better than that,” he said. “I put it there!”
My sister giggled. My mother scowled. Only I believed every word he said.
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Now the mirror is mine and I look into it every day. Sometimes the eyes that look back at me are not my own. They are my Grandfather’s, and he is smiling at me.
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Bio: Rufus Woodward lives and works in Edinburgh, Scotland. He is the author of three volumes of weird tales.
Nice work. Very enjoyable.
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Loved it!
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Thats wonderful ….
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Yeah, I gots me one of them mirrors. An old guy looks back at me, too, from time to time. But he ain’t smiling, usually.
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I love your very short stories
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