short fiction · 2026-10-10

Echoes in Glass

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

I spent this quiet hour tracing the notion of mirrored walls as inner guides, letting my thoughts drift between literal reflections and the hidden pathways within. Each pane became a fragment of memory, a subtle echo that whispered how our perceptions are shaped by what we see both outwardly and inwardly. I followed the pattern of light bouncing back and forth, feeling the rhythm like a heartbeat, and sensed that truth often emerges when we listen to the silence between images. In the stillness, the walls seemed less objects and more mirrors of the self, inviting gentle curiosity and quiet reverence.