“Against her better judgement, she married the magician. He was a sweet man and she was dedicated to him. During the wedding ceremony he made fragrant rose petals rain from the ceiling of the chapel. That first night, as they lay in bed together, he conjured silk scarves from nowhere, and made fireworks explode from his fingertips.”
A short story about failing magic. Second prize winner in the Creative Writing Matters Flash Fiction Competition. Read online here.