Òyì nke e mepụtara

Amara slammed the mirror against the wall the moment it smiled at her without her smiling first, and the sound that followed should have been the sound of breaking glass, but instead it was a dull, hollow thud like something inside the mirror had absorbed the impact and decided to keep it. She stepped back immediately, her chest rising and falling too fast as she stared at it in disbelief, because no matter how many times she blinked, the mirror was still intact, still hanging there, still refle