Sunday in the park. I was sharing a shady bench with an old man when a pretty young girl came by walking her dog. "Wanna see a magic trick?," he asked. "Sure," she smiled. He pulled a deck of cards out of his pocket, shuffled, and went into the familiar "pick a card" routine.
I'm sure his card tricks reside on the lowest rung of magic, but they're still good enough to get a smile out of me.
Eventually, I got up and continued my walk. "Hmmm, he did'nt ask me," I thought. "So what. I may not be in the center of the action anymore, but sometimes there's magic close enough to enjoy."
His loss, Joan.
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