Mirror, Mirror on the Wall
“Wake up, girls! The sun has risen, and the campground will be rockin’, soon. I love summer! No school, dad on vacation, family bonding… Whee! It will be a great season! That’s right, Genie; open those baby blues or browns. I can’t see you, but I know you’re on my left, and Carman, stop snoring. Rise and shine, girls! This summer, I’ll reach the ocean.”
“Oh, Stella; I’m tired of your silly dream of going to the beach. We’re stuck on the wall in the girls’ restroom. How do you imagine you’ll end up surfing?” Carman snapped.
“Carman, don’t spoil my fun… A girl can dream!” Stella smiled.
“Yeah, Carman! A girl can be insane,” the mirrors on either side of Stella giggled hysterically.
“You never know… Oh, here comes Doris to make us sparkle.” Doris, the janitor, came in through the door and set her box of cleaning supplies on the floor. She scrubbed the sinks and wiped down the counters.
“Hey, Doris! Hit me with your foam spray. Ah, it’s cold, and it tickles. I love the minty fragrance. Oh, here comes my favorite part the massage. Make sure you rub my corners. Hey, there’s a streak in the middle of my vision. Push harder… Yes, right there. Great!”
“Stella, don’t look now, but here comes your favorite camper.”
“Are you kidding me? Good, she went into the stall. Oh, what is that stench? Don’t use my sink! Please, don’t use my sink. She’s using my sink, and splashing! Don’t stick your face so close to mine! I don’t need to see up your nose, but you do… There’s a boogie, way up… Yeah, go blow it, and when you’re finished, leave the door open on your way out. We could use the fresh air! Woman, you aren’t the fairest of them all!”
“Carman, why do you always get the sweet teenage girls? They come here to shower and do their hair and makeup, ready to meet Mr. Right. Oh, look out; she’s squeezing that pimple on her forehead… And, we have an eruption. Icky! It splattered all over your face, Carman. I’m so sorry, my friend.”
“Stop laughing, Stella!”
“Next on our list of visitors is a mom and her two-year-old little boy, all sandy. How fun! They’ve been on the beach my heavenly beach. Can you smell the seawater covering him? No no, mom! Don’t let him stand on the counter. He’s stomping his feet, and sand is falling everywhere. Listen, kid! Keep your grimy little fingers away from me. No, that kid did not make handprints across my glass! I’m hyperventilating. Stop!”
“Hey, Stella! Here come your teenage girls again,” Genie pointed out.
“Mandy, if you break off the corner of that dirty mirror, we’ll have what we need,” her friend said.
Later that day: “Here comes that cute guy from yesterday. Hand me the mirror. I need to check my hair and lipstick,” Mandy said.
Her friend reached into the beach bag and pulled out the piece of Stella that they’d broken off, handing it over to Mandy.
Stella opened her eyes. “I’m on the beach, and there’s the ocean, as blue as I imagined! Mirror, mirror on the wall, I’m the luckiest of them all!”
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“Wake up, girls! The sun has risen, and the campground will be rockin’, soon. I love summer! No school, dad on vacation, family bonding… Whee! It will be a great season! That’s right, Genie; open those baby blues or browns. I can’t see you, but I know you’re on my left, and Carman, stop snoring. Rise and shine, girls! This summer, I’ll reach the ocean.”
“Oh, Stella; I’m tired of your silly dream of going to the beach. We’re stuck on the wall in the girls’ restroom. How do you imagine you’ll end up surfing?” Carman snapped.
“Carman, don’t spoil my fun… A girl can dream!” Stella smiled.
“Yeah, Carman! A girl can be insane,” the mirrors on either side of Stella giggled hysterically.
“You never know… Oh, here comes Doris to make us sparkle.” Doris, the janitor, came in through the door and set her box of cleaning supplies on the floor. She scrubbed the sinks and wiped down the counters.
“Hey, Doris! Hit me with your foam spray. Ah, it’s cold, and it tickles. I love the minty fragrance. Oh, here comes my favorite part the massage. Make sure you rub my corners. Hey, there’s a streak in the middle of my vision. Push harder… Yes, right there. Great!”
“Stella, don’t look now, but here comes your favorite camper.”
“Are you kidding me? Good, she went into the stall. Oh, what is that stench? Don’t use my sink! Please, don’t use my sink. She’s using my sink, and splashing! Don’t stick your face so close to mine! I don’t need to see up your nose, but you do… There’s a boogie, way up… Yeah, go blow it, and when you’re finished, leave the door open on your way out. We could use the fresh air! Woman, you aren’t the fairest of them all!”
“Carman, why do you always get the sweet teenage girls? They come here to shower and do their hair and makeup, ready to meet Mr. Right. Oh, look out; she’s squeezing that pimple on her forehead… And, we have an eruption. Icky! It splattered all over your face, Carman. I’m so sorry, my friend.”
“Stop laughing, Stella!”
“Next on our list of visitors is a mom and her two-year-old little boy, all sandy. How fun! They’ve been on the beach my heavenly beach. Can you smell the seawater covering him? No no, mom! Don’t let him stand on the counter. He’s stomping his feet, and sand is falling everywhere. Listen, kid! Keep your grimy little fingers away from me. No, that kid did not make handprints across my glass! I’m hyperventilating. Stop!”
“Hey, Stella! Here come your teenage girls again,” Genie pointed out.
“Mandy, if you break off the corner of that dirty mirror, we’ll have what we need,” her friend said.
Later that day: “Here comes that cute guy from yesterday. Hand me the mirror. I need to check my hair and lipstick,” Mandy said.
Her friend reached into the beach bag and pulled out the piece of Stella that they’d broken off, handing it over to Mandy.
Stella opened her eyes. “I’m on the beach, and there’s the ocean, as blue as I imagined! Mirror, mirror on the wall, I’m the luckiest of them all!”
Visit my website to see my other works and novels. http://www.tdcooperbooks.com
