Your Own Admirer
“Hey, Mike,” Kevin answered, spinning in his chair to face his colleague. “You’re here earlier than usual.”
“Wish I could say the same about you.”
Kevin chuckled and turned back to his computer to turn it on and enter his login information. “Just like to go that extra mile.”
“Mm. Well it must be working because there’s no way you could afford that shirt with the same pay I’m getting.” The office lights began to drone, and Mike waited for the sound to cease. “Anyway, were you still planning on going out with Karen and me on Saturday?”
“Of course. It was at eleven, right?”
“Yeah… Isn’t that too late for you?”
“Nah, I can sleep it off on Sunday. I’ll be there.”
“It’s the Goodman Steakhouse outside the city, though; not the one in the center. Karen insisted, sorry.”
Kevin raised his brows. “It’s all right, I can still make it.”
With that, Kevin swiveled his chair back to the work position and opened his email. But then he realized that, strangely, Mike was still standing there. “Do you want something?”
“Well, about Saturday,” Mike began, tugging at his collar. “The thing is… There isn’t really a nice way to put it, ah– It’s just that, I sort of invited you without asking, and after telling her, she got upset; she doesn’t want you to go–”
Instantly, Kevin rose from his chair. “What?”
“I know, I know, and I tried telling her, but–”
“She doesn’t–“ One of the temps, Donna, walked by the cubicle with an anxious expression on her face, but Kevin waved her off. “She doesn’t want you to go.”
Breathing deeply, Kevin rubbed his temples and then gesticulated with his arms as if searching for something to strike. “You know, you wouldn’t have known her if it weren’t for me!”
“I know, and I’m sorry, I–”
A twitch went down Kevin’s arm, as though bringing it to life, and before he knew it his fist shot forward. Mike splintered into dozens of formless shards, and in pieces the Admirror scattered over the desk. Kevin recoiled, stumbling back.
“Come with me, Mr. Demusio.”
A security guard was behind him, alongside Donna who stared, with hands covering an agape mouth, at the blood seeping from Kevin’s hand.
“Do you wake up in the morning, look into the mirror, and frown at what you see?” said a voice of a radio advert in the ambulance escort vehicle. Kevin’s gaze was out window, into the still dark dawn.
“Do you wish looking back at you would be a more confident, more energetic, more talented you? With Admirror, your wishes can become reality! A scientifically augmented mirror, Admirror is designed to modify its reflected image using preset qualities such as body size, skin smoothness, hairstyle, and many more! Are you ready to meet the improved you? Get an Admirror and become your own biggest admirer!”
So I stood up and turned around expecting the door to open and the agent of my demise to rush through it. My heart leapt out of my chest when I saw the killer standing right in front of me. My heart then fell to the floor — frozen, never to reclaim its spot in my body — when I realized that the door was still closed… The axe felt heavy in my bloodied hands as I stared into the mirror that was hung on the back of the door.
Luminescent stars lit her way as she traveled down the no longer glowing stream. The shining beacon appeared brighter and brighter every step she tread. Finally she came upon a small lantern hanging from a post. Great pines faded into their natural hues as she reached out to take the light. Snow began to fall, and the sunrise could be seen peeking through the forest. Wind whispering to the trees was the only sound she could hear; the stream had become silent. On she continued, following the stream as it wound through the woods.