Mirror, Mirror On The Wall Whose The Fairest Of Them All ? Flash Fiction

Ashley stood in front of a mirror in her room at least twenty times a day, asking the question, " Mirror, mirror on the wall whose the fairest of them all? "

She just recently celebrated her twentieth birthday and was in her second year at the University Of Tennessee. Her sister, Lisa eighteen had just graduated high school and was preparing to go to the same college.

Lisa would never in a million years stand in front of a mirror staring at herself and asking that stupid question although she was very beautiful. She was not into glamor. She just wanted to be a teacher, that's all she ever wanted. On the other hand, Ashley wanted it all, beauty, fame, and fortune and she would stop at nothing to achieve her distorted goal.

Ashley hated the fact that Lisa was going to the same college. She was jealous and always had been since they were little girls. Of course her parents or Lisa knew nothing of the deeply embedded hatred she kept hidden inside.

The summer ended and both girls were packed and ready to go to the University, a new adventure for Lisa and she was excited. All Ashley could think about was all the attention would probably be on Lisa, not her.

Since they were sisters they were assigned to a two bedroom unit in the dorm. They both kept busy getting settled in, but Ashley's jealousy was alive and thriving. All she could think about was how she was going to make her disappear?

Ashley kept a hand mirror by her bed, and before going to sleep she would repeat over and over, " Mirror, mirror on the wall whose the fairest of them all? "

One evening Lisa decided to soak in the bathtub. She loved music. She turned the radio to her favorite station. She undressed and slipped into the warm water, lost in the music of Michael Jackson singing ' She's Out Of My Life '

The small radio was on a shelf overlooking the bathtub. Lisa's eyes were closed, enjoying the moment when Ashley quietly slipped into bathroom, pushing the radio into the bath water. Sparks lit up like a Christmas tree. Lisa died instantly.

Ashley quickly closed the door and went to her room. She looked in the mirror above the dresser and thought, " Now whose the fairest of them all? " Suddenly an image appeared. It was Ashley, but she was covered in aged lines, her long blond hair was thin and gray. She looked like the witch in the book her mama used to read to her and Lisa when they were little girls. She fainted, striking her head on the sharp edge of the dresser.

When both girls were absent from class the matron went to check on them. She was shocked to find both girls dead.

The college newspaper wrote a story about two loving, beautiful sisters who accidently died on the same evening.

The entire hometown turned out for their funeral. The two caskets were placed side-by-side. As the congregation passed by to view the bodies, one person said, " They both were so beautiful, especially Lisa."