The tattered remains of the gray, moth-eaten cloth fell away from the mirror’s tarnished surface, revealing the fate of the place I once called Home — filled with ashes, a scorched landscape, and a dark, raging sky, devoid of life — except for one. Vengeance screamed through her stiffened shoulders and her blackened heart pumped with hate as the wild wind whipped through her crimson hair. My stomach fell as she turned around and I saw my hardened face looking back at me.

© Sarah Doughty


28 thoughts on “Catoptromancy”

  1. You are a truly gifted talent – your words are carved from flesh and stone – flexible and yielding, but so solidly crafted and with such precision and weight, they resonate – shifting to sculptures. Beautiful!

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