The Glass Spy

An open silver makeup compact lay propped against the bench slat, angling a round mirror directly into my path. Inside the glass, an insolent marshmallow figure dared to stare right back at me, sporting my blue sailor collar and brazenly matching my menacing grimace. I did not flinch before this obvious infiltrator. I stomped onto the wood and thrust my face inches from the glass, locking an unblinking gaze to break the copycat's nerve. Every heavy fist I shook, the spy mimicked with frantic precision. Realizing this sentry was too thoroughly trained to confess, I slammed both heavy hands down on the mirrored lid, snapping the shell shut and sealing the imposter into permanent darkness.