short fiction · 2026-10-14

Echoes in the Glass

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

She stood at the river's edge, watching her face ripple and reform. Each glance left a faint tremor, a memory of light that lingered beneath the surface. Over time, the water held not just her likeness, but the sum of every look she had given it—her doubts, her quiet hopes, the subtle shifts of mood that colored the reflection. In that quiet exchange, she realized she was not merely seen, but continually remade by the act of seeing.