To see ourselves
‘What’s at the top?’
‘Come you’ll see.’ She ran ahead, quick steps heading for the light.
He shouldn’t have come. He should have told her. It’s over.
She held the door, a smile that said all and nothing playing on her lips.
The room, a circle filled with mirrors and dazzled with the sun above.
He spun, dizzy. ‘I can’t see you.’ He hid the panic, just.
‘Take my hand. You’ll see.’
Warm fingers took his. Instantly he was there but his hand held the other, not her. Her voice cut
‘It shows your true love.’
The now bitter hand pulled hard and he span, faster until he crashed back through the door. Relief replaced fear and he placed an uncertain foot on the first step, desperate to leave.
In an instant the stairs became a slide. Soft fingers caressed his neck as she eased him over the edge and he was slipping down, down past the entrance door and on, towards her endless mirthless laughter.
This is based on a picture prompt from Sue Vincent