The Soldier from the Mirror Part 1
The Soldier from the Mirror. By Tanya H. 1.Reflections on Being Girly. A knock at my door. Before I can offer an invitation Box is inside, shutting us both in and wrinkling his nose at the pungent smell. We named him Box for the shape of his head - beyond that he's Scottish, powerful and short. My best friend. "What you doing, Toots?" He pulls out the chair from under my desk, spins at around so its back faces me and sits, straddling it, legs wide open....