Short Stories & Poems

The Girl, The Goat & The Mirror

“Who Am I?” the girl said to the goat.

“A rescuer” the goat replied.

“What do you mean? Who do I rescue?”

“Why yourself of course. Your soul. You’re rescuing your soul from the darkness within.”

“Oh, she replied. I didn’t know I had it in me… to rescue myself that is… In fact I didn’t know I was so lost.”

“None of you do.” the goat replied. Slowly munching on the grass.

“It’s why we gave you all the mirror. But you mistook the gift and instead of using it to look within yourselves, you dressed yourselves up in layers of clothes and paraded around looking this way and that. Finding different angles to see your material layers.”

“It’s quite funny to watch really. All you need to do is open your eyes and look back at yourself. And you’d see you. The person you’ve been searching for in the clothes shops.”

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