Drabble for Museteasers Prompt #1876
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She was smiling at him, even if she couldn't see him. Her smiles were always shy, just the flattening of her lips into a shallow curve, the narrowing of her eyes, the puffing up of her cheeks. She often smiled at herself while combing her hair after a bath. He found his throat going dry whenever he caught a glimpse of her breast, or the curve of her stomach, or the moles on her chest. He watched her daily without fail.
Lately, however, she seemed to sense his eyes on her beyond the mirror. She took care to dress before looking into the mirror. She seldom smiled. She would hang a cloth over the mirror when she wasn't using it. As the weeks passed he felt anxious, then annoyed, then angry. Was she smiling at someone else? He would find out.
Another mirror revealed her in a fancy restaurant, laughing with a dapper young man with slicked-back hair. His anger became full-blown fury; he was muttering the words before he could reconsider. Soon her face was turning blue as she laughed, completely unaware; soon her face was frozen in mid-smile, her eyes staring blankly at the mirror near her table. His anger cooled at the sight of her, but he felt nothing else. He took the mirror from the wall and dashed it to the ground.
He focused on another of the hundreds of mirrors on his wall. The woman he was watching was weeping, her eyes ringed with red. His heart went out to her, and he shed a tear.
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She was smiling at him, even if she couldn't see him. Her smiles were always shy, just the flattening of her lips into a shallow curve, the narrowing of her eyes, the puffing up of her cheeks. She often smiled at herself while combing her hair after a bath. He found his throat going dry whenever he caught a glimpse of her breast, or the curve of her stomach, or the moles on her chest. He watched her daily without fail.
Lately, however, she seemed to sense his eyes on her beyond the mirror. She took care to dress before looking into the mirror. She seldom smiled. She would hang a cloth over the mirror when she wasn't using it. As the weeks passed he felt anxious, then annoyed, then angry. Was she smiling at someone else? He would find out.
Another mirror revealed her in a fancy restaurant, laughing with a dapper young man with slicked-back hair. His anger became full-blown fury; he was muttering the words before he could reconsider. Soon her face was turning blue as she laughed, completely unaware; soon her face was frozen in mid-smile, her eyes staring blankly at the mirror near her table. His anger cooled at the sight of her, but he felt nothing else. He took the mirror from the wall and dashed it to the ground.
He focused on another of the hundreds of mirrors on his wall. The woman he was watching was weeping, her eyes ringed with red. His heart went out to her, and he shed a tear.