Riders swooped overhead and shrieked in mock fear, while others waited for their turns. The smell of hot-dogs and cotton candy clung to everything. The state fair was hot, crowded and exciting.

“Andy, get back here!”

“But Mom, we haven’t gone there yet!” Andy summoned up all the indignation a 12-year-old could muster and pointed out his goal.

A long building lurked at the end of the fairway, black and shades of grey swirled down the structure’s length with shocking red highlights pulling the eye towards the words “The Amazing Hall of Mirrors.” The sign proclaimed it to be the experience of a lifetime. To Andy it looked dangerous, mysterious.


Rod snorted. “That’s for babies, squirt.”

“Mom,” Andy said, “I really want to go. Just one time, I promise!”

“Fine,” she sighed, “but then that’s it. We’ve been here all day, kiddo, and I’m beat. Your brother and I will wait for you by the exit. Don’t take too long, okay?”

She handed him the tickets and ruffled his hair. Andy pulled away from her, and tried to straighten it. He ran off, tickets clutched to his chest. “Thanks Mom!” wafted from over his shoulder.

Andy hauled himself up the stairs and handed his tickets to the elderly man sitting by the doorway.

Pushing past the hanging black cloth that served as a door, Andy laughed when he saw the first of the mirrors – he was tall! Taller than Rob, even!

The next made him short and fat, the one after that made him bulge out in funny places.

He continued down the line, giggling at all the different ways his body stretched, until he came to one that didn’t seem to do anything at all. Just him, looking like he always did.

Andy paused, and frowned.

This wasn’t any fun.

The next one was him too, but this time he looked different somehow… but he couldn’t figure out how.

Bored, Andy moved on to the next mirror. “Hey, I look like Rob now!” He stared. He was almost a copy of his older brother. “Cool!”

Three further down; “Now I look like Dad!” Andy paused by that one for a while, searching out the differences that made the reflection him and not his father.

Two more mirrors and he came to the one that made him look like Grandpa.


One more mirror to go.

“Wow… I don’t think I’ve seen anyone that old!” Fascinated, he stared at the lines, wrinkles and liver spots covering his face. His hair mostly vanished, what remained only sparse strings of grey. Bent into a crooked question mark, it looked as if a strong wind would blow the old man away.

“Wait ‘til I tell Mom!”

Andy’s mother and brother took no notice of the confused, elderly man who stumbled down the stairs of the exit while they waited a bit impatiently for Andy to hurry up so they could go home.

They waited a long time.



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