Friends like these

Cursing Franz, I stumbled along as fast as circumstances allowed, searching.

For what? A pool was traditional, and better than the smoky uncertainty of bronze. A modern mirror of silvered glass was too much to hope for, at my current height. What I found was a chromed hub-cab, and despite its grime and distortions I was grateful to take what I could get. At least my guise was one that attracted no further attention when I squatted on the dusty kerb.

The searchers were closer, calling, cooing, and the car wouldn’t mask me for long. I scowled in concentration, the expression comical on the features Franz had chosen, muttered the charm that made a window of a mirror, kissed the wavering surface, and passed home.

“But I tell you, Maud, there was a toddler … ”

I glared at Franz. He shrugged, still laughing.

“Make me cute, you said … ”

Hey, it’s a VisDare and I actually used the central thing in the image. Kinda. Though I don’t think she’s currently all that enamoured of Franz … More stories if you follow the link, and a glimpse of the photoprompt too.