The word du jour at OneWord is “shift.”
She stared into the mirror hard, daring it to be wrong. When had she gone so old? When did the crow’s feet show up? The lines around her once-full, pouty lips? When did her raven hair become flecked with gray?
She bore twin holes into the glass and concentrated in a singularity. There was a moment of white-hot heat in her mind, combined with a high-pitched whine and in that moment a shift. And her face was 20 years younger. She touched her lips with two fingers and smiled.
“This is serious getting old,” mirror, mirror on the wall whispered.
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