Fiction: Mirrors by Zary Fekete
Photo Source: Pexels His text sound beeped, and he looked down at his phone. It was a message from his sponsor. There was a couple across town who had a donation for the Salvation Army. His sponsor asked if he had time. He did. These days he had plenty of time. Nick considered his recovery to have officially begun four months ago in February, but, in reality, it probably started earlier. Probably on Christmas morning when his wife had asked him to run down to the apartment storage unit in...