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Having read and enjoyed Ellie Dauber's original story set in the
"House of Mystic Mirrors," I must admit to being somewhat surprised
no one had taken her up on writing another story within it.
But Halloween is now so close and, rather than seeing its tent fold
without its due fanfare, I wrote this tale during my lunch hour with
the original close at hand.
This tale may be posted to any free site. And those to which I
generally give such permission have it.
I hope you like it.
Bill
Mirror Site: The Lost Way
By Bill Hart
It was dark outside; the wind howled.
Harry Williams needed a place to hide until his old lady chilled out.
He still couldn't believe she'd called the cops. What was wrong with
Lucy anyway tonight? They'd been together the last five years. He'd
only hit her once tonight and it hadn't been that hard. And he'd
never once come close to hitting her as hard as his father had hit
him or his mother.
As he neared the corner of Diamond and 6th, he paused for a moment
in the shadows to let a police car pass by. As he recognized Officer
Jacqueline Bergstrom sitting behind the wheel, he realized it was
obviously heading for his house. Jackie was a good cop. Once she
found out he'd fled on foot, she'd be hot on his trail.
"That's strange," he mumbled as he saw the large green circus tent
in what he'd expected to be a vacant lot. He quickly scanned the
signs proclaiming this to be the "Hall of Mystic Mirrors". Harry
smiled. "I can hide in there for a while. No one would think of
looking for me in there."
Warily, Harry approached the tent. As he did, a tall dark-haired
woman of Amazonian proportions came out of the tent, quickly closing
the flap to make sure no one saw what marvels were inside. Harry
stopped and stared at her.
"Greetings, Mr. Williams," said the Amazon in a voice charged with
sensuality. "Are you prepared to enter... and be amazed? I am
Barker, your hostess this evening."
"What is this place, Miss Barker?"
"Just Barker, Mr. Williams," she smiled. "It is both my name and
my occupation. This is a place of true wonders, Mr. Williams. Here
truths are revealed more often than not. And here lives are changed
for the better. Would you like to enter?"
As Harry reached for his wallet, he heard the wailing of police
sirens.
"They must be looking for someone; there has been a lot of activity
this evening," said Barker calmly. "But there's no need for that,
Mr. Williams. Your visit is on the house."
"Thank you," said Harry. But he wondered if the Amazon knew they were
looking for him. As she lifted the flap and bade him enter, he
worried she might call them and turn him in as soon as he was safely
inside the tent.
But wouldn't having all those cops here be bad for business?
As he entered and the flap closed behind, Harry was amazed at what he
found inside. He was in a huge maze with walls at least eight feet
high. Everything looked impossibly solid for what must be a temporary
structure. There was only one opening; a sign above it said simply
"Enter Here".
Harry looked around, then slowly entered. Once he was inside, he
slowly made his way down the corridor. After walking a few feet,
he heard a weird noise and turned around just in time to see the
entrance door slide shut. "Shit," he mumbled. "I should have known
I couldn't trust that bitch."
He banged on the walls, but nothing happened.
There was little else he could do now. He had to continue onward
through the maze. But he had no doubts that the police would be
waiting for him as he exited. Maybe that would be for the best.
As he turned another corner, he found all the walls had be replaced
with mirrors. He was surprised at first, but quickly wondered why.
After all, this place had been named the "Mystic Hall of Mirrors."
Even the "Mystic" was quickly explained as he looked into one of the
mirrors. It wasn't him looking back from the mirror - the reflection
was one of a tall gangly black man with an impressive Afro straight
out of the 60's.
"How can they do that?" he wondered as he wandered over to the next
mirror.
He was stunned by what he saw. This one showed him as an attractive
blue-eyed, blonde girl, obviously in her teens. Harry slowly lifted
his arm and the girl in the mirror slowly lifted hers. Every move he
made, she matched exactly. "This is incredible," he marveled. "It
must all be done with computers; they can do anything. But something
like this must have cost a fortune."
He moved from mirror to mirror marveling at what he saw in each one of
them. In one, he was the skinniest boy he'd ever seen. In another,
he had hooves and pointed ears. And in yet another, he was naked -
not only did he have the largest and firmest pair of gazongas he'd
ever seen, but he also had a dick as big around as his arm.
As he walked through the mirrored maze, his image constantly changed.
He was thin; he was fat.
He was old; he was young.
He was female; he was male.
He was tall; he was short.
He was almost every conceivable color of the spectrum in nearly
every possible combination of the other traits he observed.
Harry was simply amazed by the technology.
As he rounded a corner engrossed in the multitude of images, Harry
failed to notice a small decline in the floor. "That's strange,"
mumbled Harry as he stumbled. "I wonder why the floor didn't stay
level."
Continuing onward from mirror to mirror, Harry was suddenly surprised
when the wall of mirrors came to an abrupt dead end. But as he turned
around to retrace his steps, he watched a section of the wall slide
across his path. "What the hell?" he muttered, realizing he was now
trapped in a mirrored hexagonal room.
Harry pounded on the mirrors, but they wouldn't budge. He screamed
for help, but wasn't surprised when no assistance came.
And then - it wasn't possible - the mirrors began moving. To Harry,
it almost as if he were trapped within some giant kaleidoscope. As
the mirrored walls spun, reflected light flickered and flashed in his
eyes.
Harry suddenly felt peculiar.
As he looked at his hand, he could see it shrinking. But his hand
wasn't all that was changing. His arms were also noticeably smaller
now. He'd never been overly muscular, but what few muscles he'd had
were now gone.
As he stepped towards one of the mirrored surfaces, he walked out of
still tied sneakers. His blue jeans, still snapped and belted, fell
to the floor in heap. "What's going on?" he mumbled, almost afraid
he'd get an answer.
From what he could see in the spinning mirrors, he couldn't be more
than four foot tall. And his XXL yellow T-shirt draped his shrunken
form almost down to the floor. Harry was startled to realize he
now looked more like a five or six year old than a man. And even
worse, he was a really small five or six year old.
But Harry wasn't finishing changing.
The nose his father had broken when he'd been ten straightened. And
like the rest of his body it soon shrank to a size more appropriate
to his smaller face.
His face softened.
His graying hair darkened becoming blacker than it had ever been
before. After his large bald spot filled in, his hair suddenly
cascaded over his shoulders and down his back.
His now overly large T-shirt began to change. Its sleeves slowly
faded. Its hem slowly rose up his legs, finally stopping just above
his knees. And his socks had traveled upward with them.
Harry stared at his reflection in the mirrors, never noticing they
were no longer spinning. He couldn't believe it - he looked just like
a little girl dressed in knee-length socks and a sleeveless one piece
pink dress. "What the hell happened?" he asked, his voice now one
of a five year old girl. "I've got to get out of here."
Without warning, the room began spinning again. As Harry closed his
eyes, hoping it could somehow help, he suddenly felt light-headed.
He could have sworn his mind was spinning even more wildly than the
room.
Abruptly, the strange sensations ceased.
"Mommy?" asked Mary Williams nervously. She looked around the room
with all the pretty mirrors. "Mommy? Where are you, Mommy?" she
asked, tears welling in her eyes.
As Mary exited the tent, she saw the Barker talking with a woman and a
policeman. The policeman was showing them a picture. Mary hoped she
could grow up and be just like the Barker someday - she wasn't much
taller than her and she was pretty, but not like her mommy.
Mary looked at the policeman and wondered if she was in trouble for
sneaking into the tent. Would they understand she had to find her
mommy? But mommy had always told her she could trust a policeman.
And her mommy was never wrong.
As Mary approached the policeman, she was surprised that it wasn't
a man at all. But she wondered how a policeman could be a woman.
Maybe when she grew up she'd understand. But the policeman being a
woman made it even easier for Mary to trust her.
"If you see her, please contact me immediately," said the policeman.
"The longer she's missing the more likely it is something's happened
to her.
"I certainly will, Officer Bergstrom," replied the Barker.
"So will I," replied the woman.
Mary wondered what they were talking about; it sounded important, but
it couldn't be more important than finding her mommy. Mary strolled
up to Officer Bergstrom and tugged on her pants. "Mrs. Policeman,"
she began, "Can you help me find my mommy?"
Officer Jacqueline Bergstrom looked down at Mary and smiled. It had
been a long day, but it was one with a happy ending. "Mary! Just
where have you been all day, sweetheart? Your mother has been worried
sick."
"Mommy's sick?" she asked.
"She's worried about you," replied Jackie. "I'm sure she'll be fine
as soon as she sees you."
"Let's go find mommy," said Mary as she glared at Jackie. "I need to
make her feel better right away."
"All right, sweetheart." Jackie leaned over and picked up Mary.
"Have you ever been in a police car, Mary?"
Mary's eyes widened. "Can I blow the sirens?" she asked expectantly.
The Barker and the woman watched as Jacqueline put the girl in her
squad car. A little while later, they heard the sirens wail.
"I'm glad Mary's all right."
"As am I," replied the Barker, her slim hand brushing her blonde hair
away from her boyish looking face. "Children are always such a joy
and full of wonder."
"I wonder where she was all day."
"Who knows?" replied the Barker. "Does it matter, now that she's been
found?"
"Probably not to us," replied the woman. "But I doubt you've ever
seen another child as surrounded by love as Mary Williams. It's
Lucy's reaction to the way Mary's no-good father treated her. It
would be better if Mary never knew anything about him. That man used
to beat Lucy; I saw the bruises several times. It's something Lucy
said he learned from his father, who I've been told was worse than
the son. He left without saying a word when she told him she was
pregnant. But I'm certain Lucy must have worried that he'd snuck
back into town and stolen her."
The Barker, knowing what she knew, simply smiled.
The End
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