“That’s the thing with magic. You’ve got to know it’s still here, all around us, or it just stays invisible for you.”
- Charles de Lint
Katherine took Voltaire’s arm roughly and dragged him out behind the tent. While walking though the field, Katherine’s quick motions caused Voltaire to lose his cane. Voltaire stumbled after her as she dragged him to the trailer. Jack looked up when Katherine roughly guided Voltaire inside.
“This guy wants to hire you as his magician for this evening, no strings attached.” Katherine said with her endless supply of nervous energy.
“I am dying,” said Voltaire. “I need your help.”
“You have come to the right place,” Jack said standing up with an air of theatricality. He grabbed a plastic ketchup pack and put it in a water bottle filled to the top. Jack squeezed on the plastic bottle to make the pack sink, and then released the pressure so the pack floated in the water.
“He is making it float!” Katherine whispered in Voltaire’s ear.
“You know I am blind, right?” Voltaire said. “Your friend’s excitement in bringing me to you caused me to lose my cane.”
“Sorry, I’ll get it!” said Katherine in her high pitched voice. “I am so sorry, it was an accident because I don’t know what goes through my head sometimes; before I was going to see the moon, but then I was interrupted by Henry to help you ‘cause he was busy, so I took you here too fast and now I’ll be back soon with the cane.”
Jack watched Katherine leave before he walked over to Voltaire. Jack put his arm around his newest patient. “What do you think that I can do for you? I probably can do it, but I would rather not get your hopes up… magic is a tricky thing. I can only help you if you are ready to believe in magic. It is all about your state of mind. Doubt will interfere with the forces beyond us.”
“I am dying. I need you to cure me,” Voltaire said as Katherine opened the door and gave Jack the cane before leaving. Then Jack handed Voltaire his cane and a small container.
“This will save you.” Jack leaned in to whisper in his ear, “Whatever illness you have, this will save you. Five hundred dollars for my miracle cure and I will give you enough to make all your problems go away. Out of the goodness of my heart, I will give you a tiny sample that will temporarily relieve your pain and let you know I am telling the truth.”
“You are so kind,” Voltaire said, choking up. “Can you please let me try it right now? I… I know this will make me feel better, please. I have to try it now.”
“Of course,” Jack said, patting Voltaire on the head. “I will give you a moment.”
Disclaimer: This is an original story that is not based on any real people or events. It is a work of fiction that is purely for your entertainment.