Routine

A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A MAGICIAN

Antony woke up at 3AM in his old apartment. He owned it from the day he finished school, 137 years ago. Since then, that was his favorite place to stay.

He dressed up quickly in his black clothes and asked the night-owls to play his favorite song. Meanwhile, he prepared meal for his pets, one thing where magic couldn’t help him. Rapidly, he divided it carefully so that no wolf nor dinosaur should remain without, or worse, get something different than his menu. Around eight, he finished his chores and went shopping in his favorite supermarket, on the Dark Side of the Alley. He bought, as usual, elf-meat and troll-blood and as soon as he got home, he had to run on the broom at work. As a child, Antony always wanted to be a famous sorcerer in the real world, but nobody, except the small kids, believed in magic anymore, so that he hired himself at a local circus where he represents daily some easy tricks for children. People tend to be scared by his look and when he walks on the streets, there’s always nobody around. At half past eight, Antony arrived home exhausted. He throwed himself in bed, sometimes even with his clothes on, and fell instantly asleep.

The next day, Antony woke up at 3AM in his old apartment and ticked in his calendar that another day had gone by.

Do I know you?

DO I KNOW YOU?

The man opposite me in the train was pretending to read a newspaper. Every time I locked up, I found that he was looking at me over the top of the paper. I pretended not to notice, but the strange man’s expression made me feel nervous. In the end, I could not bear it any longer so I got up and went into the corridor.

Surprisingly, he followed me. I wanted to ask him to stop doing that but I decided it was better to go back on my seat, now that he was away. I sat down but in only a few minutes, he returned. I stared out of the window, not to see his face, but I still felt he was watching me. Finally, I arrived at my destination. As I just wanted to step out of the train, I saw that the man suddenly wanted to step out too, so I decided to remain one more station. To my horror, he just made up his mind too. One thing was sure: he was following me. But why? I tried to escape but there was no chance. I grabbed a taxi and got to the other side of the city. I was sure I got rid of him but

suddenly I saw a black Mercedes stopping in front of me. As I wanted to turn and walk away from it, the man from the train yelled at me to stop. I felt my blood pressure grow. I was so scared! I stopped and wondered what could come next. Suddenly, dark thoughts came to my mind- kidnapers, rapes, murderers, serial killers. ”Maybe I’ll be dead in some hours“, I thought. But just when my mind was full of scary things, the man reached me his hand and said: “Hello! You must be my nephew! It’s so nice to meet you! I’m your uncle Matt, from London! Even if we have never seen eac other, I knew from the start it was you!” I was so surprised and felt so relieved that I asked him to give me a call later in order to meet and talk about our lives.

I hurried to work because I was already very late and waited for him to call. Just later that evening I realized that I had no uncle Matt in London, but well, everything’s good when it ends good.