Nicola Hancock
Contemporary Painter
 
   
 
 
   
 

 
   

 

The silvered glass held up a final distorting image before shattering and falling to the ground, leaving a dense, matt black surface. She watched the last fragments of silver trickling down, sharp enough to catch her skin and make her bleed.
   
             
 
 
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