Wednesday 26 October 2016

The Disappearing Act (55FICTION #9)





He loved the magic within him, to defy gravity and to transform himself into any shape he desired, a bunny, a puppy , a baby, a bearded old man, in a  jiffy.  

The disappearing act was his favourite. His friend, the wind, helped him perform this and  the little cloud  could always vanish into thin air.
                                                                   

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