Trapped in Time
Nicole Micallef
My story starts with a trip to
Valletta, on a wonderful
sunny day. I have always
been interested in history,
and I couldn’t resist going to
visit the city before the
celebrations for Valletta 2018
started and it became
flooded with people.
Among the recent
restorations, which had
been done in preparations of
the festivities, was the Manuel Theatre
and I was looking forward to watching a
play there. Yet before I entered through
the gates, I paused to look at the
recently unveiled triton fountain. Yet I
couldn’t resist but to look at my
reflection. I astonished to see that
although I looked pretty much like
myself, my reflection wasn’t wearing
the emerald green shirt and sky blue
jeggings that I was. Instead, I was
wearing a plain black dress, which
reached to the black sandals. Perplexed
and unexplainably pulled towards my
reflection, I touched the previously still
water. And then it happened.
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