The Mirror Never Lies a serial by Caroline Sztaba

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the most evil of them all? Mirrors can be quite unnerving, particularly when they tell you truths you'd rather not know.

Out For A Walk - Mrs Turnbalm shouted across the spacious kitchen, hands wet and foamy from the washing up. Eleanor remained engrossed in her teenage romance magazine, munching her toast at the kitchen table and wistfully wishing that the pretty heroine in her magazine was her.

pieces of glass - Irving Liste came around with a throbbing pain in his left temple. He was lying face down on the floor of lost property, and his memory was somewhat vague as to how he got there. Then it all came flooding back.....the mirror.......smashing...pieces of glass and....what was it?...flesh?...bone?! He almost fainted again but made an effort to lift himself up off the floor.

a monster waiting - Irving Liste arrived at his home, or what was a mirror image of his home, around 5.30 PM. He noticed that, like everything else around him, there was no sign of movement from within the house. Normally his wife Lydia would be milling around the front garden or cleaning the windows or even chatting to the neighbors, but here was nothing but shadows and emptiness emanating from the house. He shuddered. What if Lydia was in there? But what if it was a different Lydia? The wife he knew was kind, gentle and placid. What if there was a monster waiting for him beyond the doors?

Dinner's ready - Constable Malcolm Liddle arrived home around 8.00 PM. His wife Tessa was busily making the tea for their two boys, Anthony and Kyle. There was a lot of commotion. The 10 and 12 year olds were arguing about what channel to watch on the TV, Kyle being the eldest, insisting he got first pick. They stopped their yelling when they saw their father, and jumped up to greet him. He had a good relationship with both sons and laughed heartily as they both tried to tell him about their day at school, each one shouting over the other.