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She Blinked First: Veil Tales Part 3

She blinked first. And this morning, the mirror smiled back. 🪞

Veil Tales Part 3 is here. She tests the mirror — raises her hand, holds her face still — and the reflection passes the test she fails. Then she covers the mirror with a sheet, and hears her own footsteps on the stairs, coming up.

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Transcript

I woke before the candle went out. I went to the mirror because I had to know. I raised my hand. She raised hers. I did not smile. She did. I said my name, and she answered in my voice, only slower, like she had been practicing it downstairs. She told me she was tired of keeping my place in the dark. She wanted the daylight now. I stepped back. She stepped forward. I covered the mirror with the sheet from my bed. For a moment, the room was quiet. Then, from below, I heard my own footsteps on the stairs, coming up.

Written & created by Kiana Jimenez · Poetic Bipolar Mind. A new part arrives every Friday — follow @poeticbipolarmind so you don’t miss it.

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