The Spell
Kelly Esparza
“It’s full of magic,” the magician says to me. In the palm of
his hand lies a beautifully crafted bracelet, and he waves his other
hand over it in a circular motion like he is casting a spell. I nod
my head, simply humoring him, because I know he is only acting.
My family and I had decided to come to the 22nd annual fall
carnival. My little brother, Nathan, practically begged my parents to take us. Because he is only seven years old, he believes
everything the magician says and does. During the middle of the
magic show, I was randomly picked from the audience by the magician. After being a part of the act, the man decides to give me a
bracelet as a prize. So, here I am.
“Keep it, and take good care of it,” says the magician, and
he drops the bracelet in the palm of my hand, closing my fingers
over it. I nod, and as I walk off of the stage, the audience gives
me perplexed looks. I put the bracelet on and admire it from a
distance.
“That was amazing!” Nathan exclaims in complete awe after
the show is over. My family and I start walking through the carnival and stop by several stands.
“Psst,” says a voice. I turn around to see an old woman dressed
as a fortune teller gesturing for me to follow her into her tent. I
motion to my parents, and they nod in approval. Following the
old woman inside, I sit down in a chair as she sits across from me.
“I shall tell you about your future,” the fortune teller says. I nod
slowly as the woman places her wrinkly hands onto the crystal
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