Kyle ran his fingers over the crinkled edge of the letter that he
had read so many times—he knew the contents by heart. In high school, his
teacher had encouraged the class to reach out to someone in the community,
someone in a field they admired or with whom they shared a common interest.
He’d chosen a young magician named Meric. At the time, he couldn’t really
explain what had caused him to write to the illusionist. Certainly it wasn’t any
great belief in magic. Having grown up in a series of foster homes, many of them
not the best environment for a young man, he had long since lost his innocent
belief in such things.
Yet the illusionist drew him.
So he took a chance and wrote him a letter, never expecting to hear back.
Now, almost five years later, he had well over a hundred letters and postcards
from Mark, bearing postmarks from all over the world. Focusing his attention
back on the letter he held, Mark’s latest to him, he closed his eyes and recited
the words aloud, needing to hear them, imagining what the other man’s voice
I have finally managed to book a show in your town, and would like to invite you
to attend. Enclosed is a set of five tickets. Please, feel free to invite some
of your friends.
I do hope to finally meet you. It’s been such a pleasure the last five years.
Opening his eyes, Kyle rubbed his thumb over the signature, tracing the
gracefully flowing lines. So much had changed in the last five years. It had
only been a year into his pen-pal relationship with the magician that he
discovered a dormant side to himself.
Now, he wondered if there were others like him. Thanks to the press about
Meric’s new act, he had to wonder if his friend carried the same secret in his
heart. Could the other man also turn into a tiger?