The Mirror Is Back

Of course life went on and Jack had stayed with his sister Anita. Going back in time was his choice but he had not counted on the mirror that had felt quite cheated because a deal was a deal and it had been agreed that Jack would find his soul and in doing so save the mirror

Mirror lay bitterly buried in the ground in pieces. It waited and waited until it had had enough and started to make itself whole again. When the moon was full in the sky the earth broke open and the shards flew around. A flight of glitters like the beam of a shooting star flew in the direction of the frame that was still hidden in the attic in a dark corner half covered by a cloth that was almost worn out and had been gnawed by the mice.

Finally sight again, the mirror sighed and how wonderful the world looks. This is so much better than that pockmarked face of that old rascal who always walked around with a mask and could only complain and liked to drink himself into a stupor.
Let me move, the mirror said to itself after three days, I've seen that dusty attic now and it still stinks of Jack. How long has that old man been gone? Is he still looking for his soul?

In a flash the mirror was gone and ended up in the jungle, a place that seemed vaguely familiar. Wasn't this the origin of all mirrors?

There you are, said a voice that Mirror had not heard for a long time. It's good to see you, you've taken your time. Eight months have passed since then. What happened, Mirror, where did those cracks come from? Has the self-healing agent worn off?

With a light, almost imperceptible movement, the Mirror was brand new again.

What about my soul?

Jack will deliver it to you as soon as he gets back. Know that nothing lasts forever in the earthly life of people everything is relative and Jack? He will be back before you know it. Let us go to the others, the mirror of the future, that of the present and the past just like the fun house mirror, that of the SLR camera and of truth and beauty are all already present.

What is the goal, said the mirror of the soul.

We are going to decide whether we will be lifted up because no one looks in the mirror any more to see the truth.

That sucks, Mirror said, if we vanish I never get my soul back from Jack. Sorry, but I am out of here..

This prompt reminds me of The Mirror - Memories a story we wrote with several freewriter.
_{To @el-nailul @musaddikpase
26.2.25
The title is the prompt for this #story #wewrite and #miner-write - Lesson 2}