Agnes studied her reflection in the bedroom mirror while applying anti-aging cream to her face. “I can’t believe what I’m seeing.”

“What?” asked Charles, her husband of fifty years. He sat up in bed and squinted in her direction. “Can’t hear you without my glasses.” He chuckled at a joke he had made throughout most of their marriage.

“My reflection in the mirror, Charles. Can you see it?”

“Still as beautiful as ever.” Charles closed his eyes and rolled to his side, secure in the belief that after half a century, he had learned to say the right thing.

Agnes continued staring intently at her reflection. What she saw shocked and delighted her. Glaring back was a girl, late teens, brushing her long, thick black hair.

“Oh, my God!” the girl in the mirror screamed. “What happened to my hair? It turned white. And my face is all wrinkled.”

“Don’t fret, dear. White hair cut short is all the rage.”

“Who are you? What are you doing in my mirror? You look like my grandma.”

“Now, now, Aggie. They still call you Aggie, don’t they? No need to get nasty.”

“How do you know my name?”

“Because I’m who you will become in fifty-two years, dear.”

“Ahhhh,” Aggie screamed. “It can’t be.”

“Calm down. I recognize you…me. That brush you’re using on your lovely hair. Your best friend, Paula, just gave it to you for your eighteenth birthday.”

“You mean this is what I’ll look like someday?”

“Compose yourself, dear. It’s not so bad. I’m considered a rather handsome woman for my age.”

“Handsome? I’m called cute.” Blushing, she added, “My boyfriend thinks I’m sexy.”

“You have a lot to learn, sweetheart. And, by the way, your boyfriend. Chuck? That’s him sleeping. Can you see him, dear?”

“Ahhhh,” Aggie screamed again.

Agnes smiled. She turned to Charles and then back to the mirror. “You could do a lot worse, believe me.”

“But that man is bald. And, and…”

“And you’ll learn to love his bald head as he’ll learn to love your changes.”

Unconsciously, Aggie’s hands cupped her small, firm breasts. “I don’t know what to do now? How can I be happy with my life knowing my future?”

Agnes wiped away a tear as her own familiar reflection returned. She put down her anti-aging cream and sighed.

“Huh? What?” Charles sat up.

“Nothing, dear. Go back to sleep. I was just talking to myself.”

# # #

Upon Reflection by Wayne Scheer
originally published in the Summer 2012 print edition

 

 


Wayne Scheer’s short fiction has appeared numerous times in Big Pulp. His flash fiction collection, Revealing Moments, can be downloaded at www.pearnoir.com/thumbscrews.htm. "House Painting," a film adapted from one of Wayne’s short stories, can be viewed online.

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