Reflections

I kept noticing her, staring.

Then she’d open her mouth like she was going to eat my backpack.

She’d smile big as she could, then in a flash she’d be sticking out her tongue.

Her eyes were wide as saucers.

“What is she doing??!” I said.

Then I realized, she was looking at her ‘funny faces’

in the reflection of my sunglasses,

hooked onto my pack.

Maybe she’d never seen a mirror? I don’t know.

She was, to say the least, intrigued.