Roles

“Promise you will never go away,” the image in the mirror pleaded.
Combing her dark hair, Ellen sighed, wishing her double would follow her lead. “I cannot promise. There may come a time when I must leave this place.”
“Take me with you,” her other self pleaded. “Take the mirror from the wall so that we are never parted.”
“I am a knightess. What if I am required to go to battle?”
Her reflection blinked. “Knightess? You go to war? As the men do?”
Ellen laughed. “Men? Go to battle? Who would cook and clean and care for the children?”

Originally published at The Tiny Tales (http://thetinytales.blogspot.com), 2011