It was a small, circular, mysterious mirror. When Eric picked it up, he saw his crystal clear reflection, enhanced by the smooth, silver glass. He looked up out of the old boxes he was rummaging through to find the rest of his dimly lit garage. He could hear kids playing outside and he rubbed his hands together, trying to remove the sting of the bitter cold. He picked up the mirror, and took it into his mansion of a house in a quiet, peaceful suburb.
It was a Midwestern winter, and the days were short, bringing cold nights whistled with the sounds of speeding cars flying down the highway.…
- Corruption Wins No More Than Honesty
- The Future.
- William Somerset Maugham "The Moon and the Sixpence"
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