Trompe L'Oeil

by Erika Byrne-Ludwig

I saw myself leaning against the shop window, yet I was standing metres away. Imagine being in two places at once. Intrigued, I watched her. Striking resemblance: a tall slim body in a yellow lace dress, fuzzy hair, long nose, bony knees: replicas of mine. 

Strange ... Me as well in the soft, relaxed position, waiting, head inclined to one side, dreamy look: my reflection in a mirror.

I liked her.

When she turned round to enter the shop the mirror blurred. It wasn't me after all. There was a tattoo on her left leg: a yellow narcissus.