Some endings must be chosen more than once.
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The dusty chest of drawers sits
In–
the corner of grandma’s cobwebbed attic.
One springs open.
Letters. Yellowed paper. I reach.
“Choose wisely. You will soon understand.”
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A wedding ring, its diamond dulled.
Languishing in the sink.
An unanswered voicemail.
“Christine. Why?”
I glance. Furrowed forehead. Yellowed paper.
“Why did you choose? You must understand.”
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I take the ring.
Wash it. Wear it.
Too big for my finger.
In the drawer, a yellowed photo.
His face. He smirks.
Grabs my hand. Roughly.
I cringe.
“Choose wisely. You are understanding.”
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I fling the ring–
In the trash.
I glance. Yellowed paper.
Familiar writing. Mine.
In the mirror. My smile.
Worn. Older.
I place the letter–
In the chest of drawers.
To choose again.
I chose.Keep choosing. I understand.
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Mirrors of the Mind by Michelle Liew is a collection of psychological and supernatural short stories that explore the quiet unease beneath ordinary moments. These are not tales of spectacle, but of subtle fracture — where memory distorts, silence speaks, and the self is not always singular. In these stories, what is unseen often carries the greatest weight, and what lingers is not what is shown, but what is felt.
