“Mondays Finish the Story. This is a flash fiction challenge where we provide you with a new photo each week, and the first sentence of a story. Your challenge is to finish the story using 100-150 words, not including the sentence provided.”
She lived a life that some would describe as being on edge.
She just called it flexibility. Driving across the USA wasn’t too dangerous. If you avoid big cities at night. But then again, big cities paid the best for her tricks and stunts. It wasn’t that her work was hard; magic tricks came easily to her.
It was the venues that proved hard to anticipate. The cleaner, safer, establishments tended to have no need for a traveling magician. Her best bet was at barely lit, smoky bars whose main act had stormed off into the night, or broken a “contract” for a better monetary offer. In such places the patrons could barely see her finely crafted motions, or understand her debonair wit.
When even the pubs didn’t have space for her, she would set up her show on street corners, or by park benches. One especially hard day it was raining as she performed in front of a well trimmed, ancient pine tree. Her only spectator, a boy of about 7, watched her whole line up. When she finally finished, he clapped enthusiastically for a moment then dug deep into his rain slicker pocket and retrieved two slightly soggy one dollar bills and two nickels. He handed them to her and said very solemnly, “thank you for the magic.”
“He is why I do this” she thought sentimentally as the little boy ran back to his mother. “And,” she added as she packed her damp props, “to stay hidden from my father.”