Based on "Mirror" by Sylvia PlathI am clear and precise. I harbor no illusions.What I see before me, I become immediately.I am unta...nted by desire or hate.I am not hurtful, I cannot lie --I am small, but all-seeing.I spend my days gazing on a movie poster opposite me.The wall is cracked plaster. I know it's every freckle.Every crack, every defect, every flaw is part of me.Light and shadow, Faces through time interrupt me.Now I am a prism, refracting all possibilities.A man. Some of us decided to go for an after work drink. Gradually as the evening went on, my colleagues all drifted off home until I was the last one left. I wasn't in a rush to get home to my empty flat, so I decided to have one more drink. As I waited at the bar, I noticed a guy smile at me. I returned his smile and when the barman brought me my drink, he told me that the guy at the bar had bought it for me. I decided to walk around and thank him in person. I thanked him for my drink and he. The Suburban was following a police car, and both were traveling normally – no sirens or lights.“Colonel,” Sgt. Thomas asked from the front passenger seat, “do you think that our boy could have been in the middle of all this?”“To tell you the truth, JT, I don’t really know. I doubt it. I mean, would you do something like kill a whole drug gang while you were hiding from us? But, if this cop thinks something fishy was going on at this place – something so fishy that he remembered to call me even. Apparently, the children slept lying directly on the wooden floor. There appeared to be no segregation of the children by age or sex—there was at least one boy in each cage with a number of girls. There were four children in each cage, except for one cage which held five children.Near one end of the warehouse were four cots, a table, four chairs, and a stove with a coffee pot. At the moment, there were three men in the warehouse, sitting at the table. The fourth man must be the guard who was.Read More
