Ava Eva
Matthew Ryan Fischer
And by observing, change them. To know or not to know? That is the
quantum question of them all. The cracked mirror, if you will. One that becomes
two that becomes one if looked at the right way. Neither dead or undead or
there or gone. Until you open the box, that is. Until then you never quite know
what you’re going to get.
She was on the screen and in the mirror but when she turned, she
saw no one. The bags were packed and the sun was setting, but she couldn’t
remember leaving. Her smiled faded, but it she had always been sad already or
perhaps she laughed instead of crying. The crack in the mirror blurred and she wasn’t
sure who she was looking at.
The song dissolved and a low hum remained. The colors were faded.
The film scratched and skipping. The white dress was torn and stained and the
hangover remained. She limped along the beach, unsure where she was going. Her
bags lost long ago; the shoes lost far more recently. Her leg was scratched
where the dress was torn and there were little spots of blood sprinkled among
the frills of the dress. Her hair was half made up but the tiara was broken and
the veil had been pulled aside.
Once upon a time was a nice idea but that was a long time ago. Happily
ever after had been forgotten almost as fast as it had been said. She was sure
that in another time, that hadn’t been the case. But it was getting so hard to
remember. With every step she took, the previous grew more obscured.
The fates circled around her. Her vision obscured. They waved and wiggled
as pulled her forward and back. There was no escape, but for the infinite. The spell
had been woven and she was stuck in their web. The fates all looked the other directions
as a million roads stretched out as a million or more options were still there.
The image in the mirror was unrecognizable, foggy and blurred. The
voice was hers but the face was lost beyond. Once, but not now. Time slowed as
the motor ran down. She didn’t know who she was facing anymore. She didn’t know.
The lights were low. The image faded. The shadows set in and she had lost her
and more.
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