The mirror man (short story)
On a rather wet Thursday evening a loud pounding could be heard on the door of the west residence so naturally Charles, the father of two children, opend the door, within moments he was instantly tacken aback by what he could see.
The tall man on the doorstep had short dark hair, brown eyes and pale skin exactly like he had, infact the man on the doorstep looked exackly like him excluding how dirty he was and the clothes he wore.
The man was welcomed into the house and was quickly liked by the children. "You look just like daddy," said the daughter. The man looked at the father and said nothing, he had said nothing since he arrived.
As the weeks went on, the silent man started to speak "I like being with you all," and the engaged family would take joy from when he spoke. Everyone would take joy other than father, who spent more and more of his time away from everyone.
As more time passed, the remaining family grew ever closer to the mirror man. They called him the mirror man because he looked like someone they used to know. But that man was gone. The mirror man unfortunately didn't like his name so always insisted the family used his name. "So Charles, how was your day?" the mother would say.
On a rather wet Thursday evening a loud pounding could be heard on the door of the west residence so naturally Charles, the father of two children opend the door, within moments he was instantly tacken aback by what he could see.