Magic: an extremely short story

“Magic is real,” Joan told Pete, her lip curled in the faintest hint of a smile. “You just have to believe in the beauty of the sunset or the innocent in a child’s laughter.”

“I don’t,” Pete replied, his arms crossed against his dark-colored suit.

“OK then,” Joan said. “I guess I can just go fuck myself.”

The End

-Budgie Bigelow
3/10/18

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