It isn’t going to happen to Dave Fleming. No way. He isn’t going to end up growing old. He has this aging thing beat. He works out, eats healthy, takes all the right supplements. As a result, he’s a handsome man, with a killer body, and it’s going to stay that way. But it doesn’t work. Though he’s done his best to swim upstream, Dave is swept steadily along to senior citizenship along with everyone else. In the process, he passed up chances for love. Now here he is, in his twilight years and alone, sharing his life with his faithful Labrador. One night as Dave stands before his bathroom mirror getting ready for bed, he bemoans the fact that he was so absorbed in the physical that he’d let love pass him by. He stares at his reflection in the mirror and wishes he could go back, be young again, and experience it all once more, even for just a short time. Maybe he’d even find love. If Dave gets his chance, will he take advantage of it and make his wish come true?

Mirror, Mirror

Lee dropped to a knee and praised her. “What a good girl,” he said, patting her head. “You brought me a bone or two or…four.”


Dave smiled at Lee and Cleo. “She won’t give them to you. She just wants you to know she can retrieve. She’s never caught on to the ‘give it up’ part.”


“That’s just fine, Cleo,” Lee said. “You’re doing a great job.” Cleo’s tail wagged furiously at Lee’s admiration for her prowess as a retriever.


Dave closed the door. Lee stood up. “How old is she? It’s been a while since we talked about her and her sore leg at the wedding. Ted and Larry got married over five years ago. But she doesn’t look that old.”


“Whatever happened to us, happened to her, too. She’s twelve.”


Lee looked back at the dog. “Wow! It’s all so mysterious, isn’t it?”


By this time their arousal had subsided to a degree, and since the subject had been broached, Dave said, “Come on in, and we can talk about it.”


Chapter 13