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There is a kid and he does card tricks. He gets sucked from our world to a magical world where, due to the prevalence of real magic, no one has seen a card trick before.
Here is an experimental beginning to the story:
It's a beautiful crowd up at 7:30 on a Saturday. The Crane Cafe was filled with a steady hum of good morning greetings and small talk over cups of coffee and hot cocoa. The last of the working crowd had since headed off to begin their daily labors so these customers were "early birds by choice". The young and motived mingled with the old and experienced. Wisdom was shared, Stories were told and the humdrum of the Crane Cafe turned into a joyous atmosphere for this moment once a week, but this week the cafe had a special guest.
Jack Walters wore the traditional attire of his trade, a navy suit with a dash of orange lining the collar. He walked with an aura of confidence as his mother held the door for him. Jack was a 7-year-old card magician on a mission to wow the world. He got himself a chocolate milk and found a corner booth for his mother and himself.
Sporting a milk mustache and a clever pair of emerald eyes Jack began to study the crowd. He knew that half of a good performance was having the right audience. After a minute or so of brooding over his chocolate serum, he acquired his target: A fair blonde of 18 years working on a laptop. With the right performance, he would have her under his spell. With permission from his guardian, cards in hand, and full disregard of traditional social conduct; Jack strutted up to the fair dame.
"Would you like to see a card trick?" he proclaimed more than asked.
"I'm sorry?" his maiden spoke removing her headphones.
"Would you like to see a card trick?" he said more timidly this time. He could feel himself losing momentum. If she didn't take the bait soon he would have to find a new audience.
"I would love to see a card trick," she smiled.
"Pick a card!"
The game was afoot. It was a battle of wits, Her suspecting eyes against the sleight of hand of a master magician. Jack took her card and slid it into the deck feeling the back of the card against the palm of his hand. He had planned a trick but fate had given him a greater opportunity. He had already won! For when she had taken the card, it was reflected in the computer screen. He could stop at any moment and tell her what her card was... but there was no glory in that. Giving her a performance was the least he could do. In a beautiful display of cardistry, Jack performed a fanciful cut and shuffle. He then spread the cards across the table.
"Would you point to which half of the deck contains your card."
"The left side," she replied.
Jack swept up the left half of the deck noting that her card was 5th from the top. He performed another cut landing her card on the top of the deck. With a flick of his index finger, the card flew into the air where his hand snatched it.
"Was this your card?"
Here is an experimental beginning to the story:
It's a beautiful crowd up at 7:30 on a Saturday. The Crane Cafe was filled with a steady hum of good morning greetings and small talk over cups of coffee and hot cocoa. The last of the working crowd had since headed off to begin their daily labors so these customers were "early birds by choice". The young and motived mingled with the old and experienced. Wisdom was shared, Stories were told and the humdrum of the Crane Cafe turned into a joyous atmosphere for this moment once a week, but this week the cafe had a special guest.
Jack Walters wore the traditional attire of his trade, a navy suit with a dash of orange lining the collar. He walked with an aura of confidence as his mother held the door for him. Jack was a 7-year-old card magician on a mission to wow the world. He got himself a chocolate milk and found a corner booth for his mother and himself.
Sporting a milk mustache and a clever pair of emerald eyes Jack began to study the crowd. He knew that half of a good performance was having the right audience. After a minute or so of brooding over his chocolate serum, he acquired his target: A fair blonde of 18 years working on a laptop. With the right performance, he would have her under his spell. With permission from his guardian, cards in hand, and full disregard of traditional social conduct; Jack strutted up to the fair dame.
"Would you like to see a card trick?" he proclaimed more than asked.
"I'm sorry?" his maiden spoke removing her headphones.
"Would you like to see a card trick?" he said more timidly this time. He could feel himself losing momentum. If she didn't take the bait soon he would have to find a new audience.
"I would love to see a card trick," she smiled.
"Pick a card!"
The game was afoot. It was a battle of wits, Her suspecting eyes against the sleight of hand of a master magician. Jack took her card and slid it into the deck feeling the back of the card against the palm of his hand. He had planned a trick but fate had given him a greater opportunity. He had already won! For when she had taken the card, it was reflected in the computer screen. He could stop at any moment and tell her what her card was... but there was no glory in that. Giving her a performance was the least he could do. In a beautiful display of cardistry, Jack performed a fanciful cut and shuffle. He then spread the cards across the table.
"Would you point to which half of the deck contains your card."
"The left side," she replied.
Jack swept up the left half of the deck noting that her card was 5th from the top. He performed another cut landing her card on the top of the deck. With a flick of his index finger, the card flew into the air where his hand snatched it.
"Was this your card?"
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