My flash fiction, The Man in the Reflecting Pool is featured in Stanley the Whale.
He had been coming to the reflecting pool for years. For as long as he had been, so had the reflecting pool.
So had his reflection.
It was the man’s reflection who met him each morning, who ate with him. Who listened. He looked as dirty as the man did, sometimes dirtier. But he never mocked the man. He never shied away. They looked directly at each other without the evasion others held for those who reminded them of what they could become, with only a few missteps.
