The Magician’s Apprentice
By J.M. Snyder
After the show, a security officer is waiting for Devon Taylor as he exits stage left. With the quickest of glances, he sums her up—relatively young, early thirties at the latest, with blonde curls escaping her cap in wispy tendrils which make her look frazzled this late in the day. There’s a nervousness in her fingers, the way she taps her notebook and pen, that says she doesn’t want to be here.
Me either, honey, he thinks, squelching a grin before it can escape at the thought.
She’s unmarried, he assumes, or at least there’s no ring on her finger, so she probably doesn’t have any children, either, though in today’s society that’s a hard call. But when she sees him, she doesn’t fly over like a harpy, so Devon thinks yeah, no kids. Because he kn
