THE MAGIC MIRROR LOVE

gh life as though in a dream. She carried the letter folded in her coat pocket l

this mirror was somethin

sometimes drawing, sometimes waiting, sometimes writing her name across the

preferred the soft melancholy of autumn, while Ren adored spring's gentle hope. He once held up a

" she wrote

e," he

t. She had not expected laughter to come so easily acros

something she'd been wo

ll anyone about

she said my grandfather always believed the mirror had unfinis

te lea

ar. Sometimes he'd smile. Sometimes he'd cry. They argued about

ing eerily similar about her husband. "The mirror haunted him,

threads of the past

r the moonlight. Its surface shimmered-not like ordinary glass, but like water. Liquid and m

written in his journal: "The mirror was not whole.

found its

y... how had Ren's

d-faces he didn't recognize, places he'd never seen. His hands moved before his thoughts. A c

ong time before whisper

s awakening

Once, it shimmered during a thunderstorm, even when the room was dark. Messages would occasionally ap

e burned faintly

istory. Fre

spine. It was then she made a decis

ntmartre square. The owner, an old woman with eyes like gla

here," the woma

from

om this

tte b

hould be careful. Mirrors can reflect the so

wrapped the mirror back in its velve

oo-an old photograph of his grandfather, sitting in a bunker with the mirror pro

iet

ga

past and present converging. Ren reached out and

mth flickered between their pal

ispered, "W

tely. He scribbled someth

e world forgo

. A tear slippe

s what it

x of keepsakes she hadn't opened in years,

it to the man who had stood beside

grandf

not done wi

er was th