A Puzzling Image
She stood alone at the beachfront. The ocean waves rolled ashore and then receded. Staring out at the water was mesmerizing. Why did he tell her to meet him here?
That last splash broke her trance. Looking down, she noticed the piece of glass. It was not sea glass; it was clear, polished glass. No, it was not glass; it was a piece of a mirror.
She picked it up in her hand and gazed into it. The reflection was perfect. Wet, wind-swept dark hair. The image was not smiling. She could not take her eyes off of it. The image was of someone else.
As she moved the mirror around, it reflected more of the picture. The woman in the picture was standing on the same beach as she was. She recognized the scenery behind her, but it was different. It seemed much older, from a different time.
She slowly moved around and watched the reflection of her surroundings. They were identical to where she was.
Who was this person in the mirror?
It was then that her cell phone rang, breaking the spell.
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He dialed the phone. In his research, he found the clues to help solve the mystery of her 
disappearance in 1950—that was only five years ago. He knew that when Sarah disappeared, nothing was left but a mirror missing a shard. He was sure that somehow, that mirror piece held the solution not only to her whereabouts but also to her rescue.
But it was 1955 now. The paper he had recently found listed a phone number to call, a location, a person to contact, and a beach location nearby. He anxiously waited for someone to answer the call.
There was a click and then a voice. Could it be her? It had a faint resemblance to her voice. He told her to meet him at the listed location. He verified the date and time. It sounded too unreal. Twenty twenty-four? How could that be?
He went to beach and no one was there. So he continued to go there each year, in the hopes that he would find her.
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She answered the phone. A much older voice was on the other end. “Is it you?” he asked.
“I’m not sure what you mean,” was her reply.
“It must be.” he said, “I’ve waited so long. Please wait.”
She didn’t have much time to process the information. Coming towards her was what appeared to be an 80-year-old man dressed in a dated 1960s-style suit. He had a smile on his face. He looked familiar.
The recognition of his face broke the spell. She had come home.
