The Trick

by Pat J
originally published at 05:13PM on Wednesday, January 16, 2008

“You want to see a trick?”

Her eyes narrowed. “What kind?”

“Like nothing you’ve ever seen,” he said, and took a swig straight from the bottle. Red wine stained his teeth. “Promise.”

“All right.” She leaned back in the chair as he stood up, crossed to the centre of the room, and did some kind of odd shoulder-shrugging warmup dance. He’d left the bottle on the table, and she took it, wrapped her lips around it, and chugged what remained of the wine. She had a buzz going and wasn’t about to lose it.

Without prelude, without screaming, without any warning whatsoever, he burst into flames. In perfect silence he burned, staring into her soul with those intense grey eyes he had.

She dropped the bottle. It shattered, green shards everywhere. She wanted to scream but couldn’t. She stared as he was consumed.

There was a pile of ash and a black spot on the hardwood, and no other evidence he’d ever existed.


The door opened and he walked in. She leapt from the recliner, embraced him, and said, “How’d you do it?”




  • from ♠Ana Cristina♥:

    I don’t know who was more surprised, me or the girl in the story! What inspired this?

  • from Eckhouse:

    Wow… very cool. Glad he didn’t yell “flame on!” or anything. : )

  • from Pat J:

    Ana Cristina: The inspiration, if there was any, came from the title of a book I read long ago: “I Know A Trick Worth Two Of That”. For some reason the word “trick” caught in my mind, and I had to free it somehow.

  • from Mistress Elsha Hawk:

    Whoa! I was thinking, “devil, no, sci-fi alien thing, no, plain magician, yeah!” as I read. I too wondered where this came from. Amazing job “freeing” the word trick!

  • from paper flowers:

    wow, didn’t see that coming!
    cool ficlet