The Magical Day Flashcards
Letting out deep breaths, I struggled in the summer heat. Clear
Clear beads of sweat surged down my forehead like diamonds.
The emerald green path immersed me in a utopia, where everything is just how I like it.
An orchestra of birds chirped away in the farthest reaches of trees, like vain children singing songs affectionately to their parents.
The wind slept in these summer months, so welcoming warmth could be present.
It was already a magical day.
I lazed on a bench, marked by decades of city life, watching the scenery when I was spotted someone enter the park.
He wore a slim-fitted suit and a bowler hat with mirror-like shoes.
His hair was short and grey like an ex-soldier’s.
I made contact with his watery, blue eyes.
He approached with a low, stealthy walk.
I was not sure how to introduce myself.
He was closer now; my pulse quickened.
He was within 10 metres.
He stopped, eyes now dry and staring, hands trembling and legs as still as marble columns.
Holding out his hand he put on a friendly smile, “Martin Mackintosh at your service.” He said with a accent that spoke of hills and glens.
“Charlie Smith” I replied rather ashamed of the simplicity of my name.
I was intrigued by this figure. “Do you know what I do?” Martin said invitingly.
I thought for a moment. “No.” I replied.
“I’ll show you.” He said.
Within a moment he had summoned a whole variety of exotic props.
He Fire blew like a dragon and he clenched a sword in his mouth.
I laughed, clapped, looked amazed.
I was intrigued and enthralled by these amazing tricks until the last one.
He closed his eyes, loosened his body with a shake of the shoulders and levitated slightly off the floor.
My curious mind wanted to see more until he simply disappeared into the sky.
I sat down abruptly on the bench dazed with by the display.
My mind was a storm of thoughts and emotions as I walked in the soothing shade of the trees.
My plain milk-white flip flops were burdened by great clumps of mud, forming on the soles.
There he was again, a speck now in the distance, striding though the park gates.
