This weeks challenge can be found here.
My three things were:
- A Talisman
- A Shopping Mall
- A Magician
I give you
Daniel stood at a distance; contently licking his chocolate ice-cream, and staring at the Magician. People bustled by, ignoring the man in his outlandish attire. Daniel considered the idea that only he could see him, and continued to watch him perform. He pulled multi-coloured handkerchiefs from his cuff, over exaggerating his movements, and waving his white gloved hands, while his coattails flapped after him.
Daniel continued to lick his ice-cream. His mum had told him to wait there while she was in the shop; searching for lady garments. He liked the mall, but never the shopping part. He was happy to come along, get an ice-cream – chocolate, it was always chocolate – and watch people scuttled too-and-fro, as though the shops might close any moment.
The Magician gestured to passers-by; holding out his tall hat, showing them the inside. No one was interested, although a man did chuck in an empty sweet wrapper. Daniel saw the Magician scowl and empty his hat. Defeated by ignorance the Magician reached into his hat, and began to pull something out.
Daniel watched as the Magician’s hand came slowly out of the hat. He stopped licking his ice-cream, and looked on as a rabbit rose from the brim. He had seen the trick on Television; in cartoons, and Saturday night talent shows, but seeing it in person was different. The rabbit was as real as his ice-cream, and the Magician had pulled it from the hat; No – from nowhere.
Daniel walked toward him through the streaming Mall traffic. He stood before the man; this Magician. He was withered, as though each of Daniels steps had aged him a year. From a distance his suit was a distinguished piece of clothing from a bygone era, but up close; faded, worn, and unwashed. Daniel stared at the Magician. Having noticed his audience he began to perform for Daniel.
He pulled the handkerchiefs from his sleeve; he made a red ball of cotton into three before making them disappear completely. Daniel continued to stare, his ice-cream ran down his hand; the Mall lights were having their share. Several minutes passed. The Magician continued to perform to the unimpressed boy before him. Eventually the Magician, beaten by the dead stare of a chocolate covered eight year old, stopped dancing around and spoke.
“Look kid, if this isn’t entertaining you, perhaps you should move along”
Daniel continued to stare.
The Magician unimpressed, and thin on patience, tried again.
“Go on kid, beat it, scram”
Daniel stared for a moment, but as the Magician was on the cusp of a tirade, he spoke.
“That’s not real magic”
The Magician cocked an eye-brow, amused by the kid and his chocolate goatee.
“Well kid, I gotta hand it to ya, you got me. I’m all out of magic”
“You’re a fraud”
The eyebrow plummeted and joined the other in furrowed displeasure.
“Look kid, I’m just trying to make a few bucks so I can eat tonight. Why don’t you do us both a favour, and go find you’re Mummy”
Daniel, unmoved, said
“Show me some real magic”
The Magician sighed, and leaned down on the balls of his feet.
“I’ve done things your eyes wouldn’t believe, that your mind could not ever conceive, but that was a long time ago. Right now, the best I’ve got is my friend Buster here”
The Magician removed his hat, and withdrew the white rabbit. Daniel could see it shaking, not with fear, but with age. It was old, as old as the man holding it by the ears.
“That’s not real magic, that’s just a rabbit that lives in your hat”
“Ha, I wish it was that simple”
The Magician stowed the rabbit, and placed the hat back on his head.
“Well that’s it, my show stopper, nothing more to see here kid”
He got to his feet and turned back toward the mat he laid out for his show.
“Show me some real magic” said Daniel.
The Magician looked back at him; squinted through his old tired eyes, straight into the boy’s baby blues, which shimmered with youth. He walked back toward him, and again, crouched down, steadying himself and his weight on the balls of his feet.
“Your Daddy ever tell you, be careful what you wish for?”
Daniel shook his head
“My Daddy’s dead”
The matter of fact tone took the Magician aback, nearly losing his balance.
“Ah, sorry to hear that kid”
“Well, if he wasn’t, he might have said that. Because today, you get your wish”
The Magician pulled a chain from around his neck, on the end of which was a pendent. He lifted it over his head and placed it in the boy’s empty, un-chocolate covered, hand. Daniel studied it: the chain was silver, as was the pendent, which had strange markings, and in the centre of it sat a blue stone.
“What is it?” asked Daniel
Daniel frowned at it, searching his mind for meaning.
“What do I do with it?”
The Magician smirked.
“You make real Magic”