Reflections

By Judy Lunsford

When Frankie sees her own reflection, bad things tend to happen.

Could something good finally come out of her curse? Or will her curse haunt her forever?

Find out in this heart-chilling dark fantasy short story.

 

This story is a Winner of an Honorable Mention Award in the 2022, First Quarter, Writer's of the Future Contest.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Judy Lunsford
• Release date: May 13, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201597443

Judy Lunsford

Born and raised in California, Judy now lives in Arizona with her husband and Giant Schnoodle. Judy writes with dyslexia and a chronic illness & is a breast cancer survivor. She writes mostly fantasy, but delves into suspense, horror, romance, and poetry. She has written books and short stories for all ages. You can find her books and short stories at your favorite online retailers.

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The streets were busy that morning. Frankie kept her head down as she ducked in and out of the crowd, trying to keep up with Shelley’s long strides ahead of her. A black billowing cloud of exhaust choked her as a bus pulled away from the curb just ahead of them.

Frankie caught up with Shelley on the corner as they waited for the signal to change. Shelley’s uniform was perfect, as usual. Her crisp white collared shirt was perfectly ironed and blindingly clean. Her tie was tied with a perfectly tied knot and her skirt was clean and the pleats were perfectly pleated. She had her thick blonde hair tied up in a ponytail that bobbed like a small animal trying to scramble its way up her back.

Frankie stood next to her sister, feeling inadequate, as