The Girl Who Lived (6)

I’m still moving and don’t have WiFi. So responding to comments is a bit tricky, but the stories are all scheduled.

Part VI: Unfamiliar Face

I hesitate.

We have no mirrors in the camp. I see my reflection in the well, if the level is high enough. But there are no polished, reflective surfaces. Something to do with us being made in the Creator’s likeness and we’re not supposed to picture him – I never understood that one, we see other people, don’t we. I’m a bad believer, I question everything.

So I have no idea what I look like.

I take the mirror and hold it up to my face. I blink, put the mirror down. Look again. It’s startling. I almost drop the mirror.

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