Behind The Mirror

Out of the locked drawer, hidden in the back of a prop cabinet in true magician style, the old leather-bound journal was retrieved. Louie carried it almost reverently as he sat down at the desk in his back office, then began to turn the pages slowly, skimming the words left there in his own spidery scrawl. The pages started with a date in 1945, the year he finally saw his name in lights at The Oasis, ColeValley’s first casino. Tucked in the pages is a napkin with a note written in faded green ink and the sight of it brings a sad smile to his face as he passes on through the pages of his history, the image of Macayla – his sire – flashing through his thoughts. His aim tonight is more recent – just over a year ago. One name jumps out of the pages at him…Laveine…Lavi.

This is nothing unusual as her name is scattered across just about every page of his life, but it was this year that things took a turn, a turn that saw him rise and fall and rise once more. Secrets…it was always about secrets….