broken mirror

Every morning he stood looking in the bathroom mirror. With each new morning, he grew to hate the reflection he saw more and more. He hated the man who was looking back at him – the man doing nothing with his life; going nowhere.

He wanted to change that man, so he smashed the mirror.

Shards of mirror fell into the sink and over the bathroom counter. He looked into them. The reflection was different now. He saw a face that was new. Maybe this was the man he had been looking for. Maybe this man would make something of his life.

In the scattered shards of the broken mirror, the man looked something like a monster. At least the reflection was different now.