All The Things That Might Be
I fell in love with Tabitha and magic on the same night, at the boardwalk beside the Ferris wheel.
She stood in the crowd. I saw her before she saw me. It was the smirk that caught me first, the kind that whispers she was up to no good. Then a spiral of her two joined fingers. A tattered leather wallet glided from a man’s back pocket and into her hand.