Mirror, Mirror

I am very excited to announce that my flash fiction story Mirror, Mirror made it’s way into the long list of the Australian Writer’s Center Furious fiction contest. It’s a worldwide contest for short story writers, happens every month. They had received almost 1200 stories from across the world and I can’t begin to explain how much confidence it gives me being in their list along with native English writers. Also, there is only one entry in their shortlist from India, and it’s mine!!( sorry for bragging, but sometimes it’s impossible to hide my excitement) Here’s the story for you.


Mirror, Mirror

“Mirror, Mirror,”

“Yes, but not again. I am fed up lying,”

“But, you need to play by the script. The children are watching,”

“Ok, you are the fairest maiden in the land,”

“Thank you! See how the children clap. Doesn’t it make you happy?”

“I hate children. Now, what about you telling me the truth?”

“What truth?”

“Behind that thick, abhorrent, make-up, I know you are hiding something. I can see it,”

“Mirror, you are being rude. Why don’t you just do your work and let me do mine? And, it’s not my fault they put so much foundation,”

“So, you mean to say you love your work? Dressing like the evil queen, holding me up and entertaining the unruly kids on their field trip?”

“Why not? I get paid well. I just have to stand here and pretend to be the queen,”

“Don’t you get weary, standing all day in this mindless theme park? It’s kind of sad,”

“What’s sad?”

“I mean, you are a human mannequin, a living doll. Aren’t you sick of these people, their fake smiles, and flashlights? Don’t you get fed up pretending to be someone?”

“No one has ever asked me that. But, I have no obligation to answer your questions!”

“Yeah, I know. Even after these many years, you don’t consider me your friend,”

“Oh, come on, just cheer up, Ok? I AM your friend,”

“Ok, then tell me, are you happy? What are your dreams?”

“Dreams! Mirror, don’t make me laugh, my crown will fall down,”

“Please, stop that evil laugh! Stop acting for a second,”

“But Mirror, Aren’t we all?”

“All what?”

“Pretending to be someone else. Aren’t we all in disguise? Don’t we all live in a theme park?”

“There you go! Finally, you are talking some sense. So, tell me, who are you?

“I don’t know who I am, but my uncle used to call me a princess,”

“Yes, you must be a very pretty princess in your childhood,”

“Yeah, very pretty. That’s why my uncle chose to share his secret with me,”

“What secret?”

“You know, the secret game,”

“What are you talking about?”

“The game we used to play in his room upstairs. The undressing game, and touch and show your body parts!”

“I think I am going to be sick,”

“There you go, Mirror! You cannot take it when I talk about myself. That’s what dad and mom also said. I shouldn’t tell anyone about the game, and never show my scars,”

“What scars?”

“The cigarette stub burns. My uncle got very angry with me one day. He had tried to lay on top of me, and I wriggled. So, he put his cigarette stubs on my face. Maybe that’s why they put such a thick layer of foundation,”

“I don’t know what to tell you,”

“Yeah, I guessed. Another group is coming. So, you tell me, who is the prettiest of them all?”


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