Meg's Mirror

With their new home, new roles and new discovery, would they be able to find the peace of mind they craved?

- S Bee

Mark?’ From up in the loft, I called down to my husband. I’d been putting the storage boxes away. We’d moved into this new home a week ago.

‘What is it, Bree?’ He looked up from the landing.

‘I’ve found an old mirror up here,’ I said to him. I stood at the entrance to the hatch space, clutching an oval wall mirror with a simple frame of plain dark wood.

‘The last tenant must have left it here. I thought it might look nice in the spare room.’

‘Hand it to me,’ Mark said, climbing the ladder to the halfway point and then gently taking it from me.

I stepped down, while Mark took the mirror to the bathroom to wipe away the thick covering of dust.

When he’d given the mirror a good clean and polish, I thought it was quite presentable. However, Mark wasn’t nearly so sure.

‘It looks like a relic from the 1970s,’ he remarked.

‘Well, vintage is “in” now, you know,’ I argued.

‘I hope you don’t want to decorate the spare bedroom in horrible, swirly patterned wallpaper, as well!’

‘Of course not!’ I grinned, amused at the thought.

When Mark fixed the mirror onto the wall by the window in the spare room, it looked as if it was meant to be there.

A month later, we’d finally got into a routine. It was a new start for us and we were slowly getting used to life in a new town.

Mark had been thrilled when he was offered the promotion. I was, too.