Part one- Magic.

Dropping the only thing he ever owned, he stepped forward, the dry rose falling onto the wet street n his feet slipped over the gravel. A blurr of memories rushed thru his hazy mind, makin him dizzy as he tried to walk on, his eyes fixed on the black figure, sinking with the downpour onto the street, his heart sinking with each step he took.

..... It was a bright sunny day, the kind you read about in books, with the smell of fresh leaves n marigold blooms filling up the tiny room that added to the child's excitement as he played wid his food.
"Amma, where can i see magic?" he asked the grey haired lady who had been watching him intently.
"Magic? you can see it all around you." She replied, brushing butter onto the bread.
"Here?"
"Yes."
"But how?"
"You need to see it with your heart munna, u can always feel magic."
"Make me feel!"
The grandma lookd around the table, then picked up a piece of butter n placed it in his mouth.
it felt strange, the way the slty thing melted instantly into something creamy n sweet, n then disappeared. but the taste still existed, somewhere where the butter had been, his tongue tickled.
"Did u feel it?"
"What?"
"The taste, its still there, isn't it? That's magic munna. You can feel it all around you, in everything. All you have to do is feel it.
Can you feel it?"
The child sat feeling the taste in his mouth and closed his eyes for a moment.
"But there's no wands in it! and no light or spells or, or, anything!" he frowned and the grandmother burst into laughter, a long, clear laughter.....


"Can you feel it?" the alien voice broke through the laughter.
"Can you feel a pulse?" the nurse shouted over the horn of the ambulance, yanking him back to the moment and he stared blankly, waiting for reality to wash over him.
Something throbbed weakly 'neathe his thumb and he nodded, oblivious to how he was crouchig in the ambulance next to her, all he remembred was watching the dark figure fall on some rainy street, on a very cold night. The throbbing occurred again, even weaker this time and he stared down, a pale, blood-soaked face slapped hard onto his conscience as he woke up for the first time in many days. She looked so perfect even in the luminous blue of the street lights rushing past and he held onto her palm even tightly, determined not to let the magic fade away.
"I can feel it." He said aloud, his mind repeating the same words it had been saying all night... this can't be... this can't be.. this can't be...