The traveller was one of many at the fair. A discovery of a mirror that after a polish of the dust, soot and ash, was surprisingly intact.

“This used to be a fair ground. An area where traders and scroungers would be making a living and it still it today! Since the red hot anger ate the town.

The traveller bought the mirror. A wooden piece with a crystal pane. And the discovery they made when they picked to peer through.

It was almost peering into the past and into a life of someone who looked exactly like the viewer. The clothes were different and aged but the facial expression was alike their own. The life they lead showed the joys of family. It taught the trader how things in this time have got so complicated and that keeping it simple was the best approach to life.

After a successful family gathering inspired by the mirror’s self. The traveller looked to see how the mirror self fared, to their shock and horror, there were flames licking and growing in intensity. The family were consumed and the ceiling collapsed. Through a gap the mirror view glanced upon the volcano. Angry and furious it spurted. Then the mirror turned to black.

The traveller stared and rotated the mirror as if it were suddenly defective, flawed. Outside bells can be heard as screams shouted that there was a fire down from Pudding Lane.