#062 Reflection

Night, in all its disconcerting serenity, is my favourite part of the day. Usually, I wouldn’t mind sitting alone at the bus stop, but tonight is different.

My eyes wander to the black glass of the advertisement screen next to me -nothing is playing at this hour- and I’m greeted by my reflection. Uneasy settles on my shoulders; something is not quite right about it. It looks… tangible.

When I smile, it smiles back and when I reach out to touch the glass, it touches the glass in the same way I do. Then a shadowy finger breaches the surface…