You wake up one morning to a world without mirrors. How does your life — from your everyday routines to your perception of yourself — change?
“He’s here again.”
“Who?” Mr. Swiss answered the door. It was Sunday, I had a feeling who it was. He always rings twice and arrives on a Sunday. I think Saturday is WordPress t-shirt washing day. I opened the door.
“Hello Wordy, come in and have a coffee. What are you going to do today?”
“Thanks Mrs. Angloswiss, two sugars and no milk, please.”
“Just a minute Wordy, where are you going with that ladder?”
“Orders Mrs. Angloswiss for the daily prompt. I have to remove your mirrors. How many do you have?”
“I have one in the entrance hall and in the bathroom and shower. Wait a minute Wordy. What did you say? Where are you going with that mirror. Put it down at once.”
“Today’s daily prompt Mrs. Angloswiss. You have a world without mirrors and how do you live.”
I like to comb my hair in the bathroom, I check to see if my clothes are fitting when I leave the apartment. At my age you never know if you are wearing your blouse inside out. These things can happen. So I need my mirrors.”
Mr. Swiss arrived on the scene.
“What’s that guy with the WordPress t-shirt doing in the bathroom. He is removing the mirrored doors from the cupboard and making a mess all over the bathroom floor. How am I supposed to shave and trim my beard if I don’t have a mirror.”
Suddenly there were shouts and almost screams coming from the bathroom. I had a look.”
“Mr. Swiss what are you doing. Put that guy in the t-shirt down, he is already going red in the face. You are strangling Wordy.”
“I don’t care, I would like to see Wordy shave without a mirror.”
Wordy was now leaning on the wall taking deep breathes and loosening the neck of his t-shirt.
“Mr. Swiss I put a new clean t-shirt on today and now I have blood stains on it and a tear. I will lose my job if I go back like this and I don’t have to shave. We WordPress elves don’t have whiskers.”
“And if you take my mirror away you will lose more, so take your hands off my mirror.”
I decided to intervene before someone was killed and it would not be Mr. Swiss.
“Wordy go home. We want to keep our mirrors.”
“Waaa, nobody loves me.”
“Don’t cry Wordy, of course we love you, you are only doing your job, but sometimes we WordPress bloggers do not like people interfering with our private lives. Now drink your coffee and here is a piece of chocolate cake to go with it and make sure you do not get chocolate stains on your nice clean white t-shirt.”
“Oh, thank you Mrs. Angloswiss” he said as he licked the chocolate filling off his fingers and brushed the crumbs of his t-shirt. There must have been some sort of mix-up. The WordPress chief guy said you don’t need mirrors. He often saw you fly out of the window on full moon nights and said vampires don’t have reflections.”
“Oh, did he. Well tell that WordPress chief guy that I do have a reflection usually. It only happens on full moon nights, and I might pay the WordPress chief guy a visit on one of those nights to see what he has to offer. I prefer group A, but O will do as well.”
“Shall I tell him that Mrs. Angloswiss.”
“No don’t bother, I like to surprise people.”
So Wordy attached the mirror doors to the cabinet in the bathroom and tidied everything up. He put his ladder under his arm and left. We waved to him from the window. He waved back and said “Bye Mrs. Angloswiss, see you again on another prompt.”
I did not give an answer. I just checked to see how I looked in the mirror.