365 DAYS 365 TALES

MIRROR?

I sat at the window, watching, staring out as the sun went from red to yellow.

I was lost, lost in my thoughts, lost in my own world.

I stared at the nature outside, fazed by its beauty.

I watched as that burning ball played hide and seek among the clouds.

I watched as the transparent air, bent the lush green fields.

And then, I watched as that colourless water started to wet the brown land.

That was when I'd noticed it. A butterfly getting drenched in the rain, sitting on my window sill.

I felt its pain. I pitied it.

I opened the window and it flew in.

It flew past me. Took its time to decide a spot to sit. And finally chose the mirror, across the room.

I thought, what attitude it had. How gracefully it restrained itself from all the other beauty. How it only wanted to watch itself.

But, what could it do? When it had such eye-catching features, why would it admire anything else?

I glared at it, those large wings, of the colour of rainbow. They carried a small head, with two antlers on the top.

I kept watching. But now, I saw a couple of butterflies.

One in the reality, and other in the mirror.

But, my heart wanted more. It wasn't satisfied by just looking at it. It desired to touch it.

So I went near, inching slowly towards it. I was sure the butterfly saw me, in the mirror. I crouched slowly, behind it.

I knew it was hard, to catch a butterfly. It would just fly away the moment I inched near. But nothing like that happened.

That butterfly just sat there. My hand was whiskers away from it, yet it didn't budge.

My curiosity piqued. My brain sent the signals. And that hand grasped it.

I held it by its wings, brought it close to me, and devoured its beauty.

It was then I noticed it. The horrific moment that lay ahead of me.

I had picked the butterfly, but the other one, its reflection, still sat on the mirror.

I knew I was hallucinating.  That was not possible. But still it was there.

My body went under a shock. My fingers unclasped. And the butterfly I'd been holding, fell to the floor. Tang..... came the noise, like a metal falling on the floor.

The curiosity kicked again. I bent down, and picked it up. And my wildest thought had touched reality. Its beautiful rainbow wings were metal now.

I knew that was not possible. But still it was happening.

And the most horrific thing, the one in the mirror still sat there. 

Again my curiosity rose. Again the brain sent signals. And again the hand darted to the mirror.

But this time, as my fingers closed near, it flew.

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What do you want to term it?
Horror? SciFi? Anything else?
The choice is yours.

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The words in this story are mine, but the idea has churned from the mind of VishalDave1

He is even thinking of making it a full fledged story.

So tell your views on it, is it strong enough to continue?

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cchinu (10/02)

"A story told to children,

About intelligence of a creature,

Who thought it like a human,

To quench his thirsty stature."