Henry stood beside the mill pond and pondered looking-glass reflections. This was utter and absolute tranquility. The deep red hues of early autumn leaves lit the still water with their radiance. A kaleidoscope of colour suddenly formed as the reds and greens were mixed by the leap of a fish. As the waters settled, Henry froze at the reflection of the knife-man behind him.
Weekend Writing Prompt #142 – Looking-glass in 64 words
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