So, when Magnus Schitz vanished inexplicably
she was the one
who found him in her backyard
hanging like a kite against the thorns
upset and unsure
of what went wrong out of ordinary routine tricks.
"You might need a new suit and, umm, I can't find your hat," her opening sentence ping-pong'ed off his tattered self while he dusted himself in a fashionable wave and said,
"That's because it's on your head."
This is a story about April who had the grace to look flattered and ashamed with an unexpected hat on her head.
This is a story about April except
that's not her name at all.
"Hi, I am Julie and we happen to have the same hat-size." She handed him an eager smile. But he extended a handshake, like comrades
as if they were high officials or politicians. (Try, military ranks.)
So, she shot him a side-glance and imagined they were signing up a treaty instead.
"That coat tells me you just stepped out of war."
At this the magician looked up and stopped and she imagined a hundred pair of hypothetical military eagle-eyeing her every move.
"You do have very striking eyes, yes?"
"They are just the two I have."
"Hmm, heterochromia iridium, or it's not just missing contacts is it?"
And the invisible cops batted their unsettled eyelids in perfect synchrony with hers.
"It is the kind of magic only gods can perform."
"Oh is that so? Well lets see." And to prove it, Magnus took down his hat and had just inserted his hand in it when she remarked,
"That's such a large thing; you don't have a bazooka in there do you?"
Thankfully the magician chuckled as he wore his hat again and thus melted the tension across the borders.
"Would you care for some tea before you go?"
He hesitated, and she giggled at his stance.
"I will not poison you, I promise." and further laughter entailed.
So well, she decided heterochromia iridium
which is when your eyes are
blue and green, is good
because that's why she has a colorful way of looking at the world.
June was her favorite name although
She'll call herself Julie
since it's the month of July
and living in the present is the best way to go.
But magic tricks are deception at best if you ever asked her
and her blue eye twinkles at this,
because she just made this part up.
Yet when the magician guy sat across her
with question marks floating around his hat,
and found her square bracketing her realities,
between punctuations and tea-sips;
instead of gradually
he, very wisely and simply
asked her out.
This isn't really a story about
what happened next.
This is it.