Trapped in the past.

I was staring intently into the picture & I thought I saw the woman looking back at me wink the next instant I felt a shiver run up my spine a cold breeze wrap around me and before I knew it I was the young woman in the photo and I could see my old self staring back with a menacing grin on my old male face.

I was now trapped as a young woman in the 1930s and every night I stare into the hand mirror I thought was a photograph frame hoping to find a way back to my own time and body.