With one quick movement, the woman vanished. The wooden door stood ajar, emptiness seeping through, nothing but thin air.
The whole venue erupted in a round of applause. The magician stood there, with his silky black cape, and perfectly shaped hat, waiting for the claps to subside. The little girl, sat, rooted to her chair, waiting, anticipating, silently praying. Her heart fluttered with this newfound hope, and she watched with fascination as he silenced the world with yet another marvelous magical act. That man, that mystical being, with eyes of steel, could tiptoe into minds with such divine grace, could make lights and sounds die away with a flick of a hand, could turn red into blue, could make ribbons dance, that man, surely can do it, he can..
The magician found those eyes of hers, and stopped. The deck of cards lay motionless in his hands, and the wand was merely a wooden stick. He froze. For those eyes of hers, were pleading with such desperation, asking brusquely: do I dare to hope?
Suddenly, he felt exposed, naked, undisguised; he could feel the cape thinning on his back, dissipating, as if he’s in one of his magical acts, only this time, he’s the one vanishing under her unflinching gaze..
She approached him, slowly, one step, leading the other, fear immobilizing her, not of him, but of the truth, what if he doesn’t hold the answer? No, But No! He’s it. He’s the answer, he can do it, I saw him turning that woman into shadows, those shadows into air, that air back to existence, he’s it, he’s it.
“ Tell me” she said. Her voice an eloquent whisper, breaking through the immutable silence. Horrifying, heartbreaking..
“ Tell me,” a vapor hovering amongst the crowds, shattering words, souls handed out..
“ Those hands of yours, can they?, can they make the world, Cancerless?"
The mighty magician, was aghast, for all the illusions tucked under his arms, became weightless, pale, ..Absolutely worthless..
Sunday, October 04, 2009
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