short fiction · 2026-10-15

The Mirror Page

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

She opened the book and the words seemed to breathe. Each line curled like a rib, each period a small pulse. As she read, the ink darkened and lifted, forming the faint outline of her own face reflected in the margin. The letters were not just signs but mirrors: the curve of an 'e' became the arch of her brow, the dot of an 'i' the glint in her eye. She watched herself read, and in watching, felt the act split—reader and read, observer and observed—until the page held both her gaze and the story she was telling herself.