Anders Waited for an Undoing

The bathroom was shabbily, but comfortingly familiar. And ander raised his hand and swung his reflection into place before his eyes. It was not that of an anders he recognized he was overtaken by emotion. The face replacing his filled him with anger, or rather more than anger, an unexpected, murderous rage. He wanted kill the colored man who confronted him here in his home,. To extinguish the life animating this other's body, to leave nothing standing but himself as he was before.