A mirror reflecting. Nothing abnormal. That is how mirrors work. Right?
Recently, I had come across a garage sale. An old man had put up the sale, it was not going well. No customers, and the lawn was filled with junk. I exited my car and decided to check it out. Among all the balderdash objects for sale I noticed a mirror priced at peanuts. It’s reflection showed the shed. A lady went inside it, followed by the old man, axe in hand.
“Please pay in the shed.”
I ran away before the old man could say or do anymore.
Word Count: 100
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