In the Mirror

by Kevin Jones

The two of them, unbeknownst to each other, had been sitting side by side, hitting hard on a bottle of something brown and for sure the call brand. When the bottle they had jointly polished off was removed, a portion of mirror was exposed that had not been exposed before. The faces they saw were not their own but each other’s. Within the hour, sperm had hit its mark, which is how fate sometimes works in collaboration with alcohol. And for this I am lucky, I guess, for it is how I came to exist. Or so I’ve been told.


Kevin Jones is a writer living in the middle of Texas.


Susan said...

Beer propelled sperm.....probably has produced quite a few of us. My Mom always said that she never knew my Dad drank - until he came home sober one day!

Bruce May

Catherine said...

I am guessing many of us were conceived this way - oh the joys of drink!