A lotus flower | Writing Contest Finish the Tale. Story #15 [EN/ES]

She bought the mirror for its antique frame, unaware that it reflected the future instead of the present.

Looking at herself, she noticed that her wrinkles had disappeared, as had her gray hair. It was her, but much younger. Her hair was three colors: purple, green, and yellow, streaked through uneven veins.

She had a lotus-shaped piercing in her left ear. She didn't understand anything. She touched her hair, her ear, and something wasn't right. Her appearance didn't match what she saw in front of her.

She panicked and decided to put the mirror in the bottom drawer of the display case. She drank a glass of water, went to the bathroom, soaked in the tub for an endless twenty seconds, and breathed.

She touched her left ear again, then her right ear. She definitely didn't have a piercing. It must be stress, she told herself.

She left the bathroom and lay down, falling asleep in just a minute.

Seven days passed without her even thinking about the mirror. Everything was normal, the same routine as always. Until a man walked by and lightly brushed against her arm.

Without knowing why, she felt a heat surge up her spine, making her skin prickle. Her breathing became irregular. A tingling sensation in her solar plexus coincided with the redness on her cheeks.

Suddenly, she felt her thighs damp and a scent that reminded her of something. She had an orgasm right in the street; that had never happened to her before.

As she looked down at the ground, she felt her skin crawl. The entire street, absolutely the entire street, was covered in white petals. She didn't understand anything either, but she had a lotus flower piercing in her left ear.

Compró el espejo por su marco antiguo, sin saber que reflejaba el futuro en lugar del presente.

Al mirarse, notó que sus arrugas habían desaparecido, al igual que sus canas. Era ella, pero mucho más joven. Su cabello lucía tres colores: morado, verde y amarillo a través de vetas irregulares.

Traía un piercing en su oreja izquierda con forma de flor de loto. No entendía nada. Se tocaba el pelo, su oreja y algo no estaba bien. No coincidía su aspecto con lo que encontraba en frente.

Se asustó y decidió guardar el espejo en la última gaveta del escaparate. Tomó un vaso de agua, fue al baño, se sumergió en la bañera unos eternos veinte segundos y respiró.

Volvía a tocarse la oreja izquierda, la derecha. Definitivamente no tenía ningún piercing. Seguro es estrés. Se dijo a sí misma.

Salió del baño y se acostó, quedándose dormida en apenas un minuto.

Transcurrieron siete días sin que ella pensara en el espejo. Todo iba normal, con la misma rutina de siempre. Hasta que un hombre pasó por su lado y le rozó levemente el brazo.

Sin saber por qué, sintió un calor que subía a través de su columna y le erizaba la piel. La respiración se tornaba irregular. Un cosquilleo a la altura del plexo solar coincidía con el enrojecimiento de sus mejillas.

De pronto sintió sus muslos húmedos y un aroma que le recordaba algo. Tuvo un orgasmo en plena calle, eso nunca le había sucedido.

Al mirar al suelo sintió cómo su piel se erizaba. Toda la calle, absolutamente toda, estaba cubierta de pétalos blancos. Tampoco entendía nada, pero tenía un piercing flor de loto en su oreja izquierda.