The hallway mirror
The mirror in the hallway was always half a second late. Nobody else saw it, so I stopped bringing it up.
I first noticed in March. I fixed my collar, and the man in the mirror fixed his a moment later, as if he had to check first whether I really meant it. Since then I leave the house walking backwards.
My mother says I am tired. She is right, I am. But she does not look into that mirror either, and when she walks past it, she walks a little faster.
Yesterday I stood in front of it longer than usual. I did not move. Neither did he. We stood like that, two men, one of them waiting for the other to give himself away.
I do not know which of us blinked first.
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