George's Descriptive Essay: Return To The Free Market

The courtyard boasted wildly with the sounds of laughter and exchanged money. A sight to see indeed, in fact a sight almost too large for a even grown adult to process. Of course, George was no grown man, so at every call of a marketer beckoned him to approach. One would be amazed at the things one can find at a flea market, let alone a New York flea market. Today, George’s parents had thought to take advantage of the weather, for it was turning toward the summer ahead, making it prime for a day's stroll through the bustling rows of merchants. Hours they spent, gawking at pieces from all over the world; a cabinet from Germany, a door from Rome, it was truly a wonder to behold. But then the day was done, merchants packing up shop, time to leave this magical place. George could not help but to notice a flash in the corner of his eye. A flash as bright as lightning, he would later claim, in which he looked over and saw it. An ornate mirror hung from a stand with the seller underneath, packing up the shop for the night. It was simply astounding. From the ellipsing frame delicately shaped into waves and fleurs coated in a silver blanket to the sheer elegance that radiated from it, George felt that he simply must have it. The merchant pleaded that it was not for sale, that it held something that no one wanted. But stubborn George was and his parents paid
It was the mirror. Glowing upon the wall, the mirror seemed to be alive. Approached it, he did, and he was paralyzed by what he saw. Boys, maybe his age stood behind the thin glass of the mirror. Flashes. Confusion. Fear. Despair. Dread. Death. Dying. George could not comprehend what he was seeing. Was it even real? Or was he dreaming? Either way he further approached the mirror and a single boy came into focus. His lips moved, but no sound could be heard. George was sure that he was going mad as he steamed up the mirror and the boy beyond