Woman in the mirror staring at me. Woman in the mirror looks like me and I don't recognize her. Woman in the mirror touches my hand and I cry. Woman in the mirror tells me to kill him.

It was me, in the living room, with the steak knife. Still gravy on it, gravy and blood. I touches my hand and I cry.

Woman in the mirror steps away. Woman in the mirror is useless to me now.

(Author's note: officially my shortest story to date, at 78 words. Let me know if I pulled it off - and yes, the change in verb tense is intentional! ~Petra)