Prompt: copy
Funhouse
A week after Willow arrived in Mozambique, Rita was still shopping for supplies she "needed" for training in Rome.
Apparently a new mirror was necessary. Willow tagged along, reminding about the tiny rooms. She was ignored and sent to the corner to check out mirrors. The short one stretched her face. The round one made her consider dieting. The bronze one made her look like Oz.
She waved. Mirror-her copied. She wiggled her nose. So did the reflection.
"Hey, Rita-" she began, and then Oz stepped around the window.
"Hey," he said.
"Istanbul isn't 'til next month," she blurted.
"Yeah. I thought maybe I'd come with."
A week after Willow arrived in Mozambique, Rita was still shopping for supplies she "needed" for training in Rome.
Apparently a new mirror was necessary. Willow tagged along, reminding about the tiny rooms. She was ignored and sent to the corner to check out mirrors. The short one stretched her face. The round one made her consider dieting. The bronze one made her look like Oz.
She waved. Mirror-her copied. She wiggled her nose. So did the reflection.
"Hey, Rita-" she began, and then Oz stepped around the window.
"Hey," he said.
"Istanbul isn't 'til next month," she blurted.
"Yeah. I thought maybe I'd come with."