Author's Note: The current writing piece is me putting myself in the position of being a crack in the mirror. As the author of this writing piece I am informing the reader on my life if I were a crack in the mirror.
It has been sitting
in this store for years now. Nobody has bought it, nobody wants to buy it, I
know it is all my fault, I am simply a crack in the mirror. I can't even see
what I look like, am I ugly, am I handsome, am I fat, am I skinny? I may not
ever find out. People come in and out of the store, but nobody ever stops to
look at me. Now that I think about it, it isn't my fault. If the owner would
get the mirror fixed he would no longer have to deal with me. Maybe if I were
to talk to him, but that's against the crack rules. Section B paragraph 4
states that if a crack in the mirror ever talks to a human they will be killed.
I think I would rather be killed than wait here in this stupid shop until I
die.
So, the next morning when he is opening the shop I tell him to fix it. At
first he looks around with confusion, so I say it again. "Please sir, the
only way to get people to buy this mirror is it get rid of me." I said. He
looks straight at me with even more confusion. "Are you talking, or am I
just going crazy?" He asked. "I am really talking. Look, you want to
sell people these items, correct?" I asked back. "Yes, of
course" He answered. "Well, the only way to sell this mirror is to
get rid of me, to fix the mirror." I told him. Later on that day after he
had closed up the shop he took me to this mysterious place, it had words on the front
of it, "Menard's". He gave me to the employees and they took me back
in a dark room full of machinery and tools. All they did was take a piece of
glass the fit perfectly in me, then they just glued it in. That was the end of
my journey, I am no longer a crack in the mirror.
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