Conditional Reality

Far more people than usual had bad hair days the morning all the mirrors disappeared. Makeup was off kilter and men who shaved left more unshaven patches. People looked like tourists in their own towns. Folks who would ordinarily never consider looking into pools of water could be observed examining their wavering images in cups of coffee. Citizens looked into each other's eyes. They saw themselves floating like flotsam in substantial vats of fear and desperation. As night fell on that first mirrorless day, the moon was missing from the sky, and we wondered what had happened to the sun.