I don’t believe in magic.
I’ve never believed in magic either but last year’s Halloween something happened that’s left me with major doubts. I had just left work and stopped at my neighbor’s for a visit. He was throwing a costume party. I have mild epilepsy and although my meds reduce the frequency and impact of the seizures, they had run out the day before and I’d forgotten to refill and had a pretty bad attack that morning which had left me all out of sorts. As far as the party was concerned I’d make a short appearance before heading to my place next door. I didn’t even bother with a costume. I claimed to be going as Michael Scott from The Office. As I’m seated on the sofa this girl next to me asks me to pass her some peanuts. She’s got this cute red and black costume on with green wings. Curious I ask her what she is and she says, “I’m a fairy.”
“Like a fairy god-mother?”
“Not yet there working on it. Maybe just a fairy friend.”
“Do you have any magic my fairy friend?” I ask.