On Magic and Friends

The Hubby, Janus Gate, and I headed over to the Hubby’s campus yesterday evening, so that we could help him move from his old office — a second-story office sort of in the central past of campus — to his new office — on the first floor, in the “new” wing. 

We packed, the Hubby retrieved two dolly-cart things, and we loaded the boxes onto the carts.  While wheeling down towards the elevator, we ran into one of my former colleagues on the English faculty when I was at that campus.  My office used to be on the same hallways as his, and he always seemed to know when I would feel a little blue.  For he’d pop his head through my doorway, look at me, and say, “Wanna see some magic?”

For he’s also the faculty advisor for the Magic Club.

So we ran into him in the hallway — empty and dark except for the three of us — and he hadn’t seen me in a year and didn’t know I was pregnant.  So he hugged me and said, “Bunnies are funny things.”  And he held out a small, bunny sponge, closed it in a tight fist, and then made it move to his other hand… and then made it disappear.

Then he fished out two bunnies and asked me to hold them in a closed, clasped hands.  I did, he smiled, did some hocus pocus with his hand, and then asked me to open my hands — whereupon  out burst five or six bunnies, to my, the Hubby’s, and JG’s delight.  Then I closed my hands again — hocus pocus — and nearly dropped the one big bunny, the Mamma Bunny, that emerged from my closed hands.

He gave me one of the baby bunnies, as a keepsake gift.

But the real gift was unexpectedly seeing him again, with his magic, and sharing that moment with the Hubby and JG, in that dark, empty hallway.  For that place didn’t seem that dark, nor that empty, where we were.

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About lizardqueen

If single-mothering were a paid job, I'd be rich. However, it doesn't, so I write (which doesn't pay the bills) and teach (which does). I'm overly-educated in the liberal arts, but that doesn't hinder my ability to be pragmatic and realistic. YAY.
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