The Other Side Boy
The playground was water-logged. Sidney stepped carefully.
“Hey down there!”
Sidney looked up, then down. His reflection looked up from the puddle. Then it waved.
“Come up here with me,” the reflection boy said. “Come play.”
* * *
Clint looked up. The playground was empty.
“Lily!” His wife came running. “Sidney’s gone.”
He started to run towards the parking lot when Lily pointed to the puddle. In the reflection, two identical boys were swinging.
“He’s in the mirror world again.” Lily sighed and dialed an unusually long number. “I’ll call mirror Lily. Hopefully they’ll return him before the puddles dry this time.”
Hello all!
I’m back from a trip to Asia where I visited Vietnam, Laos and Mongolia, got caught in a typhoon (see last week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt) and talked to a lot of people, among other things. I meant to post a story last week to go with my picture, but when travel and jetlag conspire together, it’s hard to do more than the absolute basics. But I’m back now. Have a great week!
– David
The Green-Walled Treehouse 
A lovely whimsy
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I understand the jet-lag thing. The older I get the more it scrambles my brain. I hope you had a wonderful trip to Asia (a little jealous). A very entertaining story. I loved the last line!
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I sure am happy to know his parents know how to get him back 🙂 Cute story.
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I love this story! How cute, intriguing, and has so much scope to be enlarged. How cool to have a helpline for the mirror world. Brilliant take on the prompt 🙂
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A strange fantasy, indeed. Well done, David.
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Love the line…he’s in the mirror world again. You’re the master of flash fiction. 🙂
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Cool way of reflecting your adventures with the people in the story.
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Dear David,
I love this! Imagine having a relationship with the mirror world. Something to reflect on. 😉 I do know about jet lag. Had it bad after coming back from Israel. The first time caught me by surprise the next time I just rolled with it.
Glad you’re back, safe and sound.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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