Glimmer (Flash Fiction)

It was a thread, a shimmering strand, a glimmer of hope, as they all say.

I didn’t really think it was.

Something about the missing reflection haunted me. I thought, perhaps, I
might have been seeing things, because I’d always seen things. Sometimes
when there are constants around you, a person looks to them, expects
them, convinces their mind that such things are natural and necessary.

And when it changes, their world comes crashing down.

I suppose that’s why I didn’t want to believe it.

I didn’t want to think that I could be wrong or right, whichever the
case was, because when I looked into the rippling pond, I didn’t see my
reflection.

I caught a glimmer of something that might not have been. Shimmering silver and pale limelight.

Now I fear, it shall haunt me.

(c) Sara Harricharan