In awe of his work, how clever he is, I think.
Unable to move. Rooted to the spot. The mirror drawing me in. I watch as the light dances over the mirror, shadows forming, fleeting like the wind. There is no breeze, with the windows firmly closed in place and the day so still. A shiver runs down my spine and I wrap my arms around myself, feeling the cold. ‘I must get Mark to check out that draft’ I say out loud, still not turning from the mirror as for a faint second I see what looks like a face.
I shake my head, looking again. Coming in closer, my mind playing tricks.
‘it’s the light today’ I think and go to walk away. But first just touching the glass. Fingers only feeling it cold.
‘hhmm’ I smirk, shaking my head and heading off to join Mark.
Not looking back, as if I had. I would have seen. The face, the eyes watching me, following me out of the room.
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