Day 54 - Mirror Mirror Rorrim Rorrim

 Mirror Mirror Rorrim Rorrim 

Matthew Ryan Fischer

 

Sam entered the room. He had been there before. It was a dead end. He knew it. He knew it he knew it he knew it. His reflection stared back. What a joke. Getting lost in a house of mirrors. It was a shitty carnival maze. What an embarrassment. He had read that if you always made right turns and followed the walls then you’d eventually escape any maze. The same logic probably could be applied to following the left. Probably something to do with eventually touching ever inch of the place. It was not true. At least not for Sam. He had no idea how long he had been in this place. But he sure had seen this room often enough whether he was making left turns or rights.

 

Sam entered the room. He had been there before. He looked in the mirror and the mirror looked back. That stupid smug face, smiling back, as if he wasn’t lost and this was all a game. Surely someone who worked here would eventually notice that he had gone missing and was taking too long to leave. Surely someone would look for him if for no other reason than to make him leave.

Why was it taking so long? Why hadn’t he seen anyone else yet? He couldn’t be the only one foolish enough to pay for this attraction, could he?

Sam took out his phone to check the time. Ten minutes? It made no sense. He couldn’t remember when he entered, but it sure seemed like he had been here longer than that.

A shadow fell across the mirror and it caught his eye. He instinctively turned just as another person was entering the room.

 

Sam entered the room. He was already there. Staring right back at himself. At first he thought it was a trick mirror, or an illusion created with lights, but he quickly realized that it was looking at a real life human being, not a reflection. He was looking at himself. Another him. Him.

“Who are…” they both began.

“You are me? How?”

The conversation was going nowhere.

 

Sam turned the corner, certain that he had been here before. He was trying to follow the wall with his right hand, but he had gotten turned around at one point and now wasn’t sure he was doing it correctly. He approached a turn that he was fairly certain would lead to a dead end.

But he approached anyway, only to find two of himself locked in a staring contest.

“What’s going on?” he asked. “Who are--”

“You?” the both finished his question for him.

 

Sam turned the corner and saw himself up ahead, halfway around the next corner. He was having a conversation and the voice -- voices? -- sounded like his own. They were arguing about something – “Quantum…” “Time…” “Clone…”

Sam turned back around. He didn’t need any part of that. He decided to follow the left walls instead.