One Act Play

THE FINAL ACT:

Scene 1

Lightning crashes and thunder rolls, leaving behind the burning smell of emptiness. The clouds cry slow and steady, attempting to wash away the sun. Blanket the madness. The pool growing larger, easing the pain. Beautiful butterflies dance on the red carpet. The curtain quickly Falls. Darkness.

The beginning

As I sit and stare at the mirrored sheen of the tiny Lake, I notice it has beckoned two mallards.
Much like humans, they know there is something behind/beyond the polished glass-like surface of the water. Life or death. Will they find sustenance or become dinner for a Beast lurking below?
As I turn from my window, I notice several dew drops on the pane, left behind by the angel that visited me last night. I wonder if she knows?

I gaze into the ancient mirror hanging on the wall and wonder what secrets it holds. What pleasure or pain will I find in my own gaze? What monster lies within?

I can no longer withhold the madness. Crash! My forehead comes into contact with the mirror, and diamond shards tumble into the sink. Clinkle! Clinkle.

Outside the mallards hit the lake and break the perfect stillness. Splash!

Synchronicity. Chaos becomes order and order becomes chaos. The eternal irony of the perpetual motion of the universe. Tick-Tock! Tick-tock! Time and space Have No Reason. They just are. They exist to torment and mislead the soul to the barren landscape of doubt.

I have lost the game. Sometimes, the mirror does lie. Goodbye.