Ficlets

Reggie, disheveled and disoriented, climbed cautiously to her knees, eyes darting about, each time returning to that tarnished mirror, which somehow outlasted the stained glass and statues remaining unbroken.

Rain fell in sheets through the cathedral, flowing past a fallen candelabra, and cascading into a large crevasse snaking the ground before the alter.

“Regina,” it whispered again. “_Tell me what you most desire._”

Regina stood, wiped her brow, and with another glance through the wreckage, stepped towards the mirror, avoiding rivulets, but soaking her red canvas sneakers in ample standing water.

The deluge soaked Regina’s hair, shirt, and jeans. Through the ruined ceiling lightning lit the sky behind the clouds.

Approaching the corner, the mirror radiant, Regina gained shelter beneath the sole surviving arch of the structure, its mossy stone affording protection. She pulled her shoulder-length almond hair back, shaking it out.

As stray drops struck the mirror, the shimmering surface rippled.