• Fiction,  Flash Fiction

    I for the Illusionist

    A question that never fails to get a wide-eyed astonishment and a crackle of laughter – ‘What is your fascination?’ Mine is a magician. Ever since Iw as a little girl all I wanted to see a live magic show. One fine day, my dad walked through the door waving the tickets. And I attended a live magic show. I was amazed looking at the tricks that the magician performed. A girl was cut in many pieces but managed to come up as a whole. I saw swords that pierced and never hurt. And air that could hold. It was one of the best nights I’ve had. Since then magic…