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.

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Writes literary fiction with a speculative bent. A parent of teens. Accidental house flipper. Friend of cats and dogs. Kindness matters. ND Bi (she/they)

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