Janx groaned mentally, wondering if whatever nastiness Gunther and the Council inquisitors had planned for him was preferable to this awkward encounter. It had to be.
Talanda rose, shaking her head, “Oh Janx, you reprehensible toad! As delightful as it might be to spend the afternoon berating you for being the same unmitigated bastard you’ve always been, that can wait. I brought you this. Use it in good health and I will see you again...soon.” She tossed an object to the dockside and walked away, muttering.
This story was written for the weekly Visual Dare flash fiction prompt: mirror. As a personal challenge, I have been stringing the prompts from week to week into an ongoing story. This marks the ninth such and previous installments may be found here.