Her life was fine. That was not enough. She realized that what she was lacking, what was missing, was magic and so, she went in search of it. The problem is, when you find the magic, you may discover it is only cheap parlor tricks and when that happens, what do you have left to believe in?
Written by Rebecca Milton
Published by AmorBooks
The street, the world outside the coffee shop, the sounds of the day, came and went with the opening and closing of the door. The spoons in the cups of coffee moved slowly, stirring in sugar, sugar substitute, cream, soy replication of cream. The world came in, went away, came in again.
“I guess I need to get a life,” she sighed, her sigh sounding like the scrape of the spoon on the bottom of the coffee cup.
“It’s a myth,” the other one said, the word myth sounding like the hiss of steam from the espresso machine.
The world came in and stayed for a long moment. They looked up from their cups, spoons, sighs and hiss, they looked toward the door and saw a couple standing in the doorway. The man holding the door open, the woman smiling, leaning in, kissing the man’s cheek. They stopped their stirring, sighing, hissing and put themselves in her place. They pressed their lips to his cheek. They took her smile and fashioned it to their faces. They gulped down her…
