Her Husband is plugged into the wall-socket.
She is watching herself – carefully.
Carefully . . . he is turning himself on and off.
The mirror winks. Click – click, click . . . And snaps a picture.
Am I . . . beautiful? she says from inside the mirror.
Wife! shouts the Husband and disconnects himself. He runs to the dressing-table. He strips.
He stares into the mirror . . .
Am I . . . beautiful? he whispers, watching himself being watched by his Wife who is watching herself.
Click – click, click . . .
. . .
When the film is developed: the room is dark, a small coin of light the moon is shining . . . and we see . . .
No one at all –
No, if we look carefully we see . . .
A giant mousetrap and two white mice . . . pedalling furiously in opposite directions . . .
From Nothing but Switzerland and Lemonade (Hawk Press, 1980)