My last prompt for the month with my theme of tackling the middle of our stories. What’s his mirror moment? What has made him question who he is in the middle of the story? For more on the mirror moment, click here. Below is my inspiration.
This power was getting out of a hand.
I shoved my hand through my hair and clamped it on top of my head.
What was I supposed to do with this superpower? I couldn’t use it for my own entertainment any more, not with what I’d learned in the cafeteria. But if I acted on the information, someone might ask me how I knew. I’d never lied enough to be good at it. And I’d have to lie if I didn’t want to become the main specimen at a secret government research facility.
I fell back against the wall of the empty room.
Or I could just pretend I didn’t know what was about to come off Saturday night? Couldn’t I?