The Legend of the Magic Mirror, Part TwoNashville –– October 28, 2015

The Legend of the Magic Mirror, Part Two

Nashville

Susan Roethemeyer

susansmr@juno.com

“Beware of the Magic Mirror.”

That was the first line of the old manuscript I had found in my thrift store book.

“My name is Lacy James.” it continued, “And I want to warn anyone who reads this of the magic mirror.

I found it in an old trunk in my maiden aunt’s attic wrapped in paper. When I eagerly showed it to her, she shuddered and said I could have it.

‘But don’t you ever use it, Lacy.’ she warned me. ‘That’s a bad un.’

I wrapped it back up and smiled to myself. How could looking in a mirror be bad for one?

Later at home my best friend Constance and I unwrapped the mirror and marveled over it.

It was a gilt-framed oval mirror, held in the hand. There were two fancy initials on the back: “W. M.”

‘W M?’ said Connie. ‘Wilhelmina Murray?’

‘Oh, no,’ I said, giggling. She was refering to a charactor from Mr. Stoker’s excellent horror novel, Dracula, which we had both been reading.

‘No, it must mean something else-’ I shifted on the bed and the paper crinkled under me.

Connie looked down. ‘Lacy, something is written on the paper!’