Sunday, October 23, 2016


Six paragraphs from Every Little Thing She Does is Magic.

1.  Resigned, Syan hurried back to the front door to find the client still waiting. Pasting a smile on her face, she unlocked and opened the screen to invite him in. Silently, she led him through the small waiting room and into the back room where her grandmother always did her readings. There, she pointed to one of the two chairs facing a small table. A swag lamp suspended directly overhead by a brass chain was the only illumination.

2.  Come Friday, Gus left his office at four-thirty. On his way out, he stopped in the men’s restroom and removed his briefs, slipping his pants back on over his bare tush. He’d planned on taking a clean pair of underwear that morning, but in his eagerness he’d forgotten to grab them off the bureau where he’d left them.

3.  “Oh, really?” Syan didn’t try to hide her cynicism. “Did you hear him tear out of here? You know where he’s heading. He’s going back to her. To that woman who left him. To that woman who never appreciated him for the kind of man he is inside. To that woman whom he tried to pleasure as best he could given the equipment he was born with, but she felt he still wasn’t good enough for her.” Her throat tightened up with unshed tears. Shrugging off the woman’s hold, she snatched up the plate and turned to leave. She only got as far at the door.

4. He made her wait until he took a sip of his iced tea, then bent over the table to answer. “I don’t understand exactly what they did, or how it worked. I’m not a doctor. Was it painful? No. Not really. And to answer your question about how long it is when it’s fully erect…” This time he graced her with a big smile. “You’ll have to find that out on your own.”

5.  Biting her lower lip, she padded barefoot into the kitchen on her way to the woman’s bedroom. Flipping on the overhead light, she caught sight of a sheet of lined notebook paper attached to the front of the old baby blue Frigidaire icebox. Seeing the piece of paper clipped there with a magnet only meant one thing. The fridge was where her abuela only put important messages, unlike the coupons and photos she attached to her own fridge at home. Something told her to go over to check it out. Obeying the inner voice, she went over and read the first line.

6.  Gus remained sitting in the exact same position where she’d left him. He eyed the bowl and paper but didn’t comment. Instead, he sat up a straighter and spread his legs. Syan sat on the floor in front of him, laying the objects next to her. “Okay. We’re going to give this a try, but I’m not promising anything.”

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