Every morning, I look into the mirror and see the face of a different stranger.
Thanks to a weird little needlework piece, I see people I might not otherwise notice. At some point during the day, I will meet that stranger and have a chance to help them. Little things, like returning a lost item or giving directions or helping get a large box up some stairs. Small, but fulfilling.
Until I see someone I will not help.
Winner, 2023 Realm Awards Best Short Story