Beyond the Mirror

There it was: The Mirror. To her, it was never just an object with which to see one’s own reflection. It was so much more than that. Once again stopping at the piano in her attic - a strange place to keep it, the average observer might say - she took a letter out of her pocket and placed it on the keys where she was sure that the intended recipient would find it. Then, she stepped over the threshold and was never seen again...