Post 1529. Wednesday May 10
I was fixing my new mirror to the wall. A lovely mirror. It made me look more handsome than ever.
Screw one, two, three - then screw four jammed. One very angry face stared back at me. Push, twist. The screwdriver slipped banging into the glass right in the middle of my nose. I leapt backwards forgetting it was just my reflection. My beautiful mirror, smashed to smithereens.
Breaking a mirror’s bad luck. That was bad luck enough, surely nothing worse could happen.
I’d buy another one.
I trudged to my car. Guess what – a side mirror was smashed.
I slouched back indoors, climbed the stairs and crawled into bed.
Thanks Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and for your photograph.