fbpx

I DON’T BELIEVE IN MAGIC

I don't believe in magic

“I don’t believe in magic,” Carol said. “I just don’t.”

“Why the hell not?”

Carol looked at me like it was something that didn’t need explaining. When I didn’t say anything: “Where have you seen magic? Tell me, where have you seen magic, Dean?”

“I saw it the other day.”

“Really? What happened?”

“This guy.”

She scratched her arm irritably and let out a long, angry sigh. “What guy?”

“On YouTube.”

“Well then it must be real magic if it’s on YouTube.”

“He swallowed a sword.”

“That’s not magic.”

“It was magic.”

“It wasn’t magic.”

I knew it wasn’t magic, but I wanted to see her angry. “It was magic. It was pure magic. Can you swallow a sword?”

“It wasn’t magic.”

“Then how about love?” I shrugged. “That’s magic.”

“Don’t be so corny.”

“Women may not swallow swords, but they swallow cocks out of love. It’s a miracle that they want to do it, if you think about it.”

“That’s got nothing to do with magic.”

“That’s got everything to do with magic.”

We were in a Korean restaurant in the city (the sixth place we had dinner in), and she found a plug to charge her phone with. We ate and spoke and ate. She paid for dinner, and we walked towards my car.

 

Book I’m slowly reading: Wind/Pinball: Two novels