Who Is She?

Rosemary made her way home from the antique shop, the hand mirror tucked safely into her bag.

She had to get to the bottom of this! She had to understand why she saw this strange, yet not-so-strange, woman in those fractured depths.

Once in her apartment Rosemary went into her bedroom, drawing the drapes and closing the door. She sat gingerly on her bed and slowly removed the mirror from its tissue paper wrapping. Hesitantly, she took a peek. Yes, she was still there, staring back with sorrow-filled dark eyes.

"Who are you?" Rosemary murmured, straining for a whispered response.