Tapastic prompt from Kallehmono

Good day!
I asked for a writing prompt over Tapastic and one of our readers, Kallehmono, gave me one to do.
Honestly, it took me a month to get around writing it! I really appreciate the wait and support!
I hope you all like it! 🙂


Prompt: 
You have a mirror in your bathroom that allows you to see alternate universes, but it annoys you so you put a towel over it.
At one point you ordered a pizza and delivery guy asks to use your restroom
You let him…
He takes the towel off…




Stella has three thoughts that pop in her head at approximately 4 pm, every day.

The first one will be about her bathroom mirror.

She needs to get rid of it. It looks like an ordinary mirror on the outside but if you stare at your reflection long enough and you utter the words, ‘What’s up?’, you start seeing versions of your life that can be lived in other times or dimensions or as many would like to say nowadays, ‘alternate universes’. The thought presses into her membrane, she absolutely must get rid of it.

Determination wells up inside her, growing in size until the second thought whispers in a little voice, what if it falls in the wrong hands?
What if, indeed. Is it potentially life threatening?

She shakes her head and with a resounding sigh, she gets rid of the thoughts, the determination, and the worry.
She will keep it.
For now.

Jeremiah has three thoughts that pop in his head at approximately 4 pm, every day.

The first one will be about whether he can make it on time to deliver the deliveries that night. He always has the night shift since he has a day job.

The second thought will be about when he can take a vacation. How long has it been, he asks himself again. Four years? Where would he want to go? Tahiti? Asia? Somewhere cheap?

A ‘ding’ sound went off behind him and with a resounding sigh, he takes the receipt and gets ready for a delivery.
Travel abroad has to wait. Delivery is the only travelling guaranteed to him.

When Stella got home, she went straight for the bathroom and checked her mirror. The towel is still over it.
Good.
Her pizza delivery should arrive by the time she finishes her shower.

Jeremiah couldn’t find the building he was supposed to deliver to. He doesn’t normally call customers for help finding their location, but tonight seems like an exception. He checked with the shop first. They told him it was the correct address.

He insists there is no house on the address given.

There must be a house, the operator tells him, whom he fancied for quite some time but not any more because she was rude to everyone.
The operator hangs up on him and he looks around. He is at the correct address.

He has no choice but to call the customer.

Stella’s mobile rang as she got out of the shower. Odd, she thought. Did she already put up the gate?
The pizza delivery man sounds confused. Oh bad banana cakes, she thought. She asked him to meet her at the corner street, apologizing for the confusing labyrinth of houses – always a good excuse.

Jeremiah hangs up the phone and looks around the houses around him. He walks to the corner street the customer suggested. He hopes he will not get mugged but as soon as he gets to the street, he saw it was brightly lit, with residents walking home or walking their dogs. He checks his watch and it was 8:55pm.

Stella arrived at the corner street which is coincidentally called Corner Street and spotted the pizza delivery man who introduced himself as Jeremiah. He looked relieved as he saw her. She paid him, took her pizza and thanked him.
Jeremiah thanked her back, making sure to tell her that the pizza is still warm and not late.

As Jeremiah buckled up, he realized he forgot to ask her to sign his electronic pad.
It’s a new procedure and if he doesn’t do it, he will get into trouble. Tonight’s manager on shift is Elgin. Elgin is an ass. Elgin will fire his ass. Jeremiah feels like he was about to pee uncontrollably. It’s what happens when he panics and it’s not a good trait to share. He has to get that signature. He needs to find that house. The same thoughts are on repeat on his head as if it was some prayer chant.

Stella walked slowly back to her house. She counted her steps in the dark and once in a while, an automatic light turns on when she passed by a house. It looks like an idea bulb. Stella arrives at her modest ‘house’, closed the door behind her and put the pizza down the coffee table. What should it be tonight? Netflix and chill? She snorts at her own comment and goes to the bathroom to wash her hands. The towel is on the floor of the bathroom. She picks it up and looks at her reflection. What’s up? she asks her reflection. She stares at a man’s face she knows well. It’s Kron Konaut, the man of her dreams who also happens to be an actor and starred in a remake of the popular movie, Ghost Septiks. Kron fixes his hair and smiles at his reflection. Stella smiles back as if he was looking at her. The scene zooms out, as if an invisible camera is following him. As he exits the bathroom, Stella sees a straight haired version of herself waiting at the couch with a pizza at the coffee table.
No fair, I got sass and I got Kron trying to get cute on me, c’mon what is that, she comments.

As Kron stands over sassy Stella, she tells him, Netflix and chill? Kron didn’t have to think twice. Normal Stella felt odd watching the make out session.
Suddenly her doorbell rang. Who could it be? Didn’t she lock the gate? Stella put the towel over the mirror and as she walked towards her front door, she could have sworn sassy Stella was looking at her.

A sweating, panicky and apologetic Jeremiah stood outside Stella’s door. He is pointing to his electronic pad, trying to talk and breathe at the same time. Stella understood perfectly and took the pad and signed.
Jeremiah let out a gasping thank you and managed to ask Stella if he could use her bathroom. Please. His bladder is going to burst.
She opens the door a little bit wider to let him in. Jeremiah thanked her as he ran towards the toilet. He slams the door by accident and Stella can hear a muffled sorry and an almost immediate loud sound of water sprinkling. Stella waited by her front door. She’s not worried whether he turns out to be some psycho killer, she can handle herself perfectly. Better wait at least ten minutes before she closes the gate this time.

Jeremiah is relieved emotionally, spiritually and physically. He should look into what is wrong with his bladder. He goes to the sink and washes his hands. He looks around for something to wipe his hands and suddenly a towel dropped on the side. He picked it up without thinking and saw the circular mirror on the wall. He checked his reflection and said, what’s up? As he was about to put the towel back over it, he saw something move. He checked the mirror and was surprised to see himself. It was like watching a video shot in Go Pro. He’s always wanted one of those. He looks around the bathroom, quickly scanning it. What in the world is going on? No cameras, he thought as he lifted a bar of soap from the shower. He watches himself cliff dive and he looks like he screaming in excitement. He lands on the water and all he sees is water bubbles. He sees himself kicking up towards the surface and screaming woooooo yeaaa as he stays afloat, showing a shot of the blue ocean. Jeremiah, pizza delivery man, is extremely jealous. He looks at the door and made sure it’s locked. He goes back to the mirror and it looked like any normal mirror. What in the world just happened, he wondered. He took the mirror from the wall and checked the back side. It had some nice odd engravings, but that was about it. What’s up with that, he asked his reflection and suddenly he sees another image forming. He almost let go of the mirror, but he managed to set it down on the very towel it was covered with. This time watched himself  recording people strapping him for a bungee jump.
As the mirror turn back into normal, he remembered he read something in the forums about some dude giving a large amount of money for some weird mirror. Yea, some guy named Ome. If he gives this mirror, does that mean whatever he sees on it will happen? Coincidence? Is the mirror telling him his fortune?

Stella stood by the door, watching the stray dogs and cats pass by. She doesn’t think the cats know that she has a nice roof to sleep on and the dogs can’t tell what they can’t see. Normally they would be good at those things but she’s better. The thought of this made her chuckle.

Jeremiah wondered if he can pull this off. He’s never stolen anything before except candies and cookies from the jar. Why do I want to take this? What good would that do me? I will get fired.
No, he will quit. He will leave. He has enough to leave. He will have a better life. He can do something with this. She won’t know. It would be quick. He just has to pass through and he is home free.

I hope that pizza delivery guy is okay, Stella thought. It would be a disaster if the loud noise was actually his bladder bursting. That would be unfortunate, yes. Ah yes, the bats are out and are a little confused.

Before Jeremiah could change his mind, he put the mirror inside his backpack. He placed the towel properly as if it was covering something. Just act normally. You can do this, he tells himself over and over again as he sweats and shakes nervously. He can’t pass this out. This is the answer to his problems. He just has to find that Ome guy and he can do whatever he wants with no worry. That’s right. He is convinced. Determined.

Stella watches Jeremiah come out of the bathroom, he is apologizing profusely for taking up her time and that he won’t bother again and thanked her. She told him not to worry and let him through the door. She thought he must have really needed to pee coz he was sweating like he just took a shower from her bathroom. Poor guy, she thought as she closed her door shut and locked it. Now, ten minutes from now she noted.

Jeremiah didn’t buckle himself. He just drove away, as fast as he could. He dropped off the payment at the shop and told them he wasn’t feeling well. He didn’t wait for them to reply and left the shop. He went home and packed everything he has since he barely owns anything. He checked that ad and emailed them before he left his apartment for good.

Ten minutes later, shadowy shapes filled his apartment, searching and sniffing for something. They know it was here, but it was gone. The Alpha screams and the shadows were gone.

Stella finished her pizza. She loves human food. She’s going to bed.

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