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the fairy lightly swayed to the arrhythmic movement of waves crashing against its sides. but your stomach still held its grounds, holding down your breakfast peacefully.
maybe you spoke to soon?
soon a boy stood up, hollering for everyone's attention to seep towards him. he declared his unexplainable magic trick, flopping around a hundred dollar bill if anyone had been smart enough to figure out what he was beginning to do.
which immediately made everyone turn to him, along with my own in pure amusement of the ordinary spoon trick.
he pricked the spoon between his fingertips, lightly dragging it down with a clear string. many gawked in awe at the unexplainable trick, rounds of applause followed after.
'it's string' you declared, still polished loosely on your seat. everyone soon looking over, also with the magician's eyes lighting up with surprise.
'what?' he chuckled, a loose huff of air exiting through his nostrils.
'the string in your pants, it's pulling down the spoon' you explained, with a ecstatic smile breaching out after the statement.
'well a promise is a promise, give her the hundred dollars' a voice exclaimed in the crowd, as the young boy rolled his way toward me.
'I don't want your money' I smiled at him, stuffing the hundred dollars back in his front pocket.
'can't I at least get your number?' he nervously questions, squinting down to me.
'you're a magician, don't you already have it?' I nodded to his pocket, him soon scavenging out a ruffled paper with a also messily number scribbled on it.
he smiled to himself, looking back up to respond with a snarky response. but when he creeped his vision up, he could witness you loosely leaping off the tipsy boat with a pep in your step.
