No one would dare come near it.
After dinner, both the Crawleys and Bransons retreated to the drawing room for after-dinner drinks and quiet conversation, but as they entered, they were greeted by a strange black mirror laying on the couch. All huddled over the black glass, they stared silently, wondering who could have placed such an odd contraption in the drawing room. Curious, Robert bent down and tapped the glass. They all jumped back as the mirror came to life, glowing brighter than the lamps in the room. Startled, Robert, Cora, Matthew, Mary, and Edith all gasped and fled to the other side of the room, all trying to get as far away from the magic of the black mirror.
All except for Tom and Sybil.
Both stared intently at the light emanating from the glass, entranced by the picture on the screen: a pink water lily.
Sybil tapped Tom on the shoulder as they were lost in the sight of the flower.
“Do you think it’s a portal?” asked Sybil.
She pointed at the glowing glass.
“Wherever this flower is.”
Tom’s heart raced. The flower looked like it was within reach…all Tom had to do was reach for it.
As he was about to reach down, Sybil grabbed the glass…
Cries of “Sybil, no!” filled the room.
…and held it up.
Her eyes went wide. It was…It was flat? How? It was like a painting. She turned it over in her hands. A poorly drawn picture of a bitten apple graced the back. She tapped on the glass as the light went black. Where did the flower go?
She felt around and accidentally pressed something that made the flower return. She held the black mirror in her hands as she read the instructions.
Slide to unlock.
She bent down and slid the glass on the seat of the couch. Nothing. She shook the glass, still nothing happened. She waved a hand over the screen, hoping that would do the trick, but her efforts were all in vain.
Sybil felt Tom beside her. He reached over and slid his finger over the arrow.
The window clicked and a lone square popped up in front of the flower. He pressed the button and watched the screen go black. A second later, the shine of the shoes came into screen. He was completely gobsmacked. How could his shoes be in the glass? He was wearing them! This glass was magic!
He touched the glass and his feet froze in time, only for a second. He clicked on the corner of the screen and a small square of his feet popped up.
Sybil touched his arm, recapturing his attention
“Tom, what is it?”
“I think it might be a camera.”
“I think it’s called an iPad,” Sybil said as she was inspecting the back of the glass even more.
He held it up to the group of Crawleys huddled in the other side of the room, taking a picture of his in-laws, frightened by the iPad being pointed at them.
“Come one love. I want to take a picture of you by the window.”
The pair made their way over to far corner of the room and Tom sat down in the chair. Sybil stood opposite of him. She folded her hands in front of her expanding belly.
Tom lifted the iPad and stopped when she came into view. He tapped the screen, forever capturing her image in the black glass. He searched for the button that would let him look at the picture he took and tapped on the square with her face. There she was, young and confident. Her eyes crinkled with a hint of a mischievousness in her smile. Perfect.
Sybil bit her lip, worrying the picture didn’t turn out. Tom hadn’t said anything since taking the picture, but sat in the chair, staring at the screen.
“Do I look okay?” she asked nervously.
Tom looked up at Sybil.