Mirror-Jack, pt. I

Once upon a time, in the faraway suburbs of Northampton, there lived a businessman, his wife, and his infant son. They lived happily in the comfort of their neighborhood for nine years. But, with a new office came a new home; having recently secured a more lucrative job in the neighboring city of Lancaster, the businessman and his family packed up all their belongings and moved into their new apartment.

"But I don't want to move!" cried Jack, the businessman's son.

"Now, now," said Jack's mother, and nothing more.

When they entered their new apartment in Lancaster, Jack noticed something odd. The rooms, the windows, the doors, everything in the apartment, even Jack's own parents somehow seemed just a little smaller. Jack looked at his hands, but they were the same size as before. He looked at his feet, but they too were the same size as before. He looked around for his toys, to see if they had shrunk as well, but they were nowhere to be found.

"Where are my toys?" he asked. The businessman gave his son a wry smile.

"Toys, Jack? Don't you think they were getting too small for you?"

Jack felt his face flush. "But I want my toys!"

"Now, now," said Jack's mother, and nothing more.

One day, when the businessman was out at work, and Jack had a day off from school, he ventured into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. Something about him looked different. Was it his eyes? His ears? His bellybutton? No matter where he looked, he couldn't pinpoint what it was. He raised his hand to the mirror.

"Don't touch the mirror," his mother called from the kitchen, and so he stopped.

The End

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