“Whose Face? ” / Memorable Fancies #1199

[“…my own face / entering and leaving the mirror.” – Roberto Bolaño]

     Yesterday I saw my mother’s face in the mirror. “Surprise,” she said, standing behind me, “bet you didn’t know I was here.”

     “No,” I said, “I didn’t know you were standing behind me until I saw your face in the mirror – and didn’t see my own.”

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The photographer is showing photos of people he took in an African village. They believe, he smirks, that taking pictures of people is evil, and the photographer will be cursed. – They were right.    [A story line from my collection The Trees of Malice: 16 tales of horror and the weird too creepy to share. Buy it on Amazon.]