MY FATHER’S CLOSET
When I was six years old, my father would always say;
“Easy child, knives are sharp, don’t hurt yourself. It is a good thing you are fond of mirrors for they hold many truths, secrets and answers.”
I never understood this and when I’d ask, he’d say “it’s a prophecy”. Many years after he passed, I still pondered.
Yesterday, I visited my old town for the first time in ten years. There I was standing in my old home. Everything smelled of nostalgia and mixed feelings.
I went looking through father’s room for no apparent reason. In there, the air was mist and the floors creaked at my every step.
I opened my my father’s closet. I could see his favorite red shirt. Sliding the clothes apart, I noticed a hidden mirror. I never knew this while growing up.
Curiosity grip me and I moved all the clothing to reveal the entire mirror. Now I was standing full view but nothing in my twenty eight years of existence prepared for the image right in front of me.
There I was in the mirror of course. I wasn’t moving but this image of mine had it’s head down. Slowly it rose with a wicked grin. It had a knife in it’s hand. It looked straight into my eyes and stabbed itself as it laughed hysterically.
Looking down at myself, I was bleeding profusely from my stomach down to my feet. What just happened?
My feet could no longer hold me and I lay in a pool of my own blood. Just before I shut my eyes forever, I heard a voice, my father!
“Now the prophecy has been fulfilled.”