Reflections in a Mirror

Entering the interior, Stan took off his expensive suit jacket so as to not wrinkle it and hung it over the back of the chair. He brushed off his slacks and brought the cuff of his sleeve up so he could see his gold cuff links twinkle in the light. His cuff links alone cost more than anything those people would ever have. He hoped he’d locked the Mercedes. God only knows what kind of riff raff was out there.

Sitting down in the chair he noticed his own image reflected from a mirror hung on the wall in front of him. The mirror must be warped. He looked twisted and ridiculous. He thought about how handsome he was and knew there had to be something wrong with that mirror.

He also thought about how brilliant he was and how brilliant his plan had been. How did they find out? He had worked so hard and had overcome so many obstacles. He deserved better and couldn’t believe they had gone to these measures to do this to him. They were jealous or maybe threatened by him. He didn’t care. They weren’t worth his time.

When he had his opportunity to explain, he’d be able to convince them. He would simply look at this as an opportunity to come up with a well executed plan. They’d believe anything he said. After all, none of them were a match for him. He could manipulate them. They’d probably jump at the chance just to talk to him.

He had built every inch of his world. He was the one in control. He just had to remember to not let them shake him. He didn’t have to tell them anything if he didn’t want to. They should feel privileged just to be in his presence! In fact, when this is over he’d take them all on! Every last one of them! If it was the last thing he…..

The sharp clang made Stan look around. The Jailor slammed the bars shut and locked it. He looked at Stan sitting in the cell and left. Stan looked back at his reflection in the mirror. He was sure there had to something wrong with that mirror.
Vikki

I know! Stan’s a creep and is going to get exactly what he deserves, huh? And the darn thing about a mirror is it reflects the truth and what the rest of the world really sees.

It’s fun to write about villains on occasion. As my friend Dina would say, “Kind of like poking a stick at someone you hate.”

Tell me the kind of person you’d like to poke a stick at. It feels good to let it out and get rid of it.

The quick little painting I used for this is called ‘Reflections’ and done just for this blog story. It’s Acrylic on a 20”x 24” canvas.

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