Reflections Owed

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Kayla sat in front of her bedroom window every day, pouting as she watched her brother, Kyle, and sister Elisa, playing softball. She shaped herself on the fragments of charm they left behind–Elise, her poise, and Kyan, his confidence.

Until one morning, the window greeted her.

“Payment is due.”

Kayla froze, her mouth open. “I didn’t take anything from them.”

The reflections in the glass turned slowly, each wearing a familiar face.

Hers. Pale. Uncaressed.

“Return what you owe us,” they demanded, stepping forward.

“Elisa’s” grace cracked. Kyan’s face dimmed. Her voice
nearly broke. Her features re-realigned. Kalinda’s mouth opened as the window glass rippled–and drew her in.

Her brother’s and sister’s reflections smiled within.

Outside, a child played. Not Elisa. Not Kyle.

Her.

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Here’s a short reading of this story:

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