PUZZLE PIECE 12
MIRROR TALK – ESME
Esme’s dearest friend,
A girl she must listen to,
A sweet reflection,
Of sunflowers, bumblebees,
Birds and sprigs of lavender.
Esme stared at her reflection in wonder through the captivity of the glass. Sunflower Esme whispered: “The Curse is about to find its next victim.”
Her reflection looked the perfect mirror image of Esme, except she was free. She had the same blonde hair that fell in gentle tresses beyond her shoulders, apart from a sunflower that rested in her curls. Long eyelashes highlighted her fragile blue eyes and a rosebud mouth reached up to trap a hesitant smile. But there was one striking difference, where Esme’s cuts had been vibrant, colourful paintings adorned her reflection’s body.
“Hello, my beautiful reflection. You came! Y
