a Short moment in the Life of Desdemona Kate (critique)
 

This is very short, improvised story. ;D

Desdemona Kate, aged seven and three months (and rather fond of green tea and cherry tarts, if you must know) stood before her looking glass. She was positive that just the other day she had seen a goblin when she looked in the glass, perched upon her shoulder and waving and oriental fan. When she had reached up a lace gloved hand to bop the little fellow on the head, she felt nothing but her own bony shoulder.

"I know he was there...” she mused, turning this way and that.

Desdemona Kate studied the looking glass from every angle, crawling around and studying its painted back, running her fingers along the wooden frame. She didn't suppose there was any place for a goblin to hide. It seemed to be juts an average mirror.

"Unless he lives between the glass and the backing, inside."

Desdemona Kate went to her bedside table and opened the fourth drawer, where she kept a number of things she’d rather her mother didn't find, lest she ask prying questions. She shuffled through the contents, pinching her nose when she came across the little blue box that held the remains of her rat, the late Cordelia, and pulled out a shiny silver letter opener.

The handle was engraved with roses and the name "Isabella." Desdemona Kate had found the letter opener while riding the 5 o'clock train. And seeing that she had no idea who this Isabella was, and would surely never be able to return it to her (whoever she may be), she kept it for herself.

She took the letter opener and slipped its sharp blade in a crack between the glass and the old frame of the looking glass. She then threw her entire weight into driving the blade down into the crevice. The result was hardly what she had expected. Instead of the glass popping neatly out of the frame, the thin blade bent nearly in half and the looking glass toppled over, spewing shards of glass and bits of wood here and there.

"Oh well, "Desdemona Kate told herself, "That’s one way."

Unfortunately there was no goblin among the wreckage of the poor looking glass. Desdemona Kate carefully up righted the damaged frame and the remainder of the glass still enact within, but no one was there.

She studied the mirror carefully and suddenly her eyes caught upon something she had not noticed before. Tacked to the expose backing was a strip of velvet, bright and vermillion. On closer inspection, the words "Put me back together" were written in swirling script on the ribbon.

"Well, I suppose I shall."

The task of putting the looking glass back together was gruesome and seemingly impossible task. Desdemona Kate found it difficult to fit the slippery shards back together in the frame, and rather dreadful how bloody her fingers became from slicing and pricking herself by accident.

Another peculiar thing to note was that with each piece she placed back, Desdemona Kate felt herself getting smaller. She rationed that perhaps she was just dizzy and tired, but having no looking glass to confirm her size, it was still quite troubling.

"Each piece makes me shrink, but oh, I can not simply stop now!"

She had the strange feeling someone was watching her. And wasn’t that odd, a face was beginning to appear in the mirror, small and wide-grinning, smoky colored, with little brown horns...

Three hours later, Desdemona Kate's mother opened the door to her daughter’s bedroom, and was greeted by startling sight. There stood the looking glass, perfect and gleaming, and a bent letter opened lay on the floor.

Desdemona Kate was nowhere to be found.
Her mother peered closely at the mirror.

"I'm positive I see a little goblin there...sitting on my shoulder!"