by Allison Symes
iced cappuccinoI know where my doppelganger is. Sadly, they know where I am. They're in the mirror.
Before you say, 'don't be silly, that's your reflection', ask yourself if your reflection has ever reached through the mirror to grab you warmly by the throat before it threw you away as if you were a used tissue.
Well, it's not happening again. I've made sure. I stepped through the mirror, did to my nemesis what they'd done to me (you always return a compliment in full, right?), stepped back through again, and then smashed the mirror. I don't know where it came from but it's not staying here, nor is it harming anyone else.
Don't thank me. It's all part of my fairy godmother duties. And I would stress the godmother bit. Nobody crosses me and gets away with it.