The full-length glass was bedecked in heavy gilded glory. A forest of paintings crowded around it, their layered oils glistening in the candlelight.
She stopped and stared back at the faces. Unsmiling figures in stiff postures clad in roiling silk and velvet cloths.
Perhaps they ought to have felt familiar. The line of jaw, the slant of brow, the coil of hair above a hooded eye. She had seen all those before. She could again. If she just let her eyes glide toward the mirror.
She would not.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Mirror in 95 words