A Magic Trick

I – Magic

Often the vivid recollection of my past streams through my mind, a never-ending susurrus of memory. The cheers of children on sets of swings chairs in grass areas or chasing pigeons. I remember when it was a joy to roll through mud and dirt, even when you were aware of the consequence. But she was not like others. She was one who appreciated the power behind the childish riff raff.

At times I am able to return to when I was able to do so much. Where she would take me to new and exotics places. Places that I would never see again but which are imprinted deeply into my mind that they have become a part of me. It felt like magic. Real magic. Magic which you could see and feel not locked behind imagination. With the crisp air and sandy beaches to the scent of paradise crafted by the connoisseurs of the street. She was truly a magician.

II – The Disappearing Act

Time passed by quickly and I no longer had the ability to see the magic. In my mind, my world had become much too busy and purposeful, so I no longer required it. I had always secretly admired her easy-going nature, a kindred spirit willing to spot the art in everything no matter how unworldly they were.

She had danced with Death and her essential being hadn't been defeated. Instead she displayed a brightness she had ever emitted before. A star like her could never be fretted over. You always knew she would push on. Right up until the end she went on performing her magic whilst I a walked the path absent of frivolity.

That was until her relapse, when the Death committed his dirty deed for dirt cheap. She had deteriorated beyond all belief that she her blood no longer coursed with magic. As she lay dying, she asked me to take her on one last trip.

Traversing the streets, I wheeled her pale body. It did not feel the same. It had been so long since our last time that I could not help but feel like my memories had become distant reflection of a false reality. She talked all about the world and its wonders, until at the very end she breathed her last.

The last time I saw her was when I was back in black. Though I was upset I that she had left so soon, I understood that this was her final act. I did not need to worry about her. She was still the same person from long ago. Her final disappearing act.