Trapped in the past.

I was staring intently into the picture & I thought I saw the woman looking back at me. 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 stared into the hand mirror I thought was a photograph frame, hoping to find a way back to my own time and body.