New Zealand

Rear-view mirror

August 8, 2022

It was 11:59pm. I look in the rear-view mirror, waiting, as frost creeps up my car window.

She would be here.


When the luminescent red numbers on my dashboard morphs, I know it's time. My eyes dart to the mirror again, and there she was, cold gaze meeting mine unwaveringly. Suddenly, everything I've prepared and practiced in the bathroom seeps out of my brain, as my mouth tries to form even just a word. Before I utter anything, the apparition disappears as quickly as it came.

Next year.

Next year I'll wait for my sister to reappear again. 


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