Clothes and toys, recipes and jokes, advice and prejudice: we all have to handle all sorts of hand-me-downs every day. Tell us about some of the meaningful hand-me-downs in your life.
I was staring at my sister. Normally I’d refer to her as my evil stepsister—mostly because she was cruel, and I sincerely wished we weren’t related. “What?”
“I think I’ve outgrown him, little brother. It’s time he becomes a hand-me-down.” My breath caught. There was nothing I’d rather have than her boyfriend, but I didn’t dare hope she meant it, much less that Joel actually would want to be with me.
“Are you serious?”
She glared. “Of course I’m serious! He’s been begging me to give him away for a while now. It’s getting tedious.”
The Mirror Crack’d
You wake up one morning to a world without mirrors. How does your life—from your everyday routines to your perception of yourself—change?
Victor stopped dead in front of the hallway mirror. It was gone! Not the entire mirror, the frame was still there, but the glass was missing. He ran into the bathroom. That mirror was also gone. What the hell! He ran down the stairs, jogged the short way to work, and rushed into the staff changing room. All the mirrors were missing! Victor hardly ever looked at his own reflection, so for that sake it didn’t matter, but how would he now sneak a peek of all the lovely men in the shower while he pretended to wipe the floors?