The Little Magician

The boy commanded the wand and waved it in the air.

"Abracadabra"

Poof smoke and his sisters beloved teddy was gone! The boy had a mischievous grin. If only she was here to witness Teddy's disappearance.

Suddenly the sound of a dish crashing broke thru the boy's imagination.

Some muffled yells. Another crash. Stomping and a screen door slammed.

The knots in the boy's stomach grew tighter and threatened to rip him apart. He peeked out of his room. All he heard was sobbing.

The boy tiptoed out of his room and walked downstairs. The kitchen was strewn with broken dishes. It matched the boy's heart, broken.

He walked towards the sobbing. On the floor in a faded yellow dress his Mom was crouched. The only movement, the chest as it gasped to take in air.

"It's okay Mama." The boy patted his Mom's arm.

"I'm sorry son!" The voice was resigned and weary.

"I've got my magic wand. I am going to fix the kitchen mess." The Mom's sobs grew louder. The boy moved to the kitchen. He tentatively waved the wand.

"Fixus, Fidgetus." He mustered. Nothing. The boy rolled up his sleeves. He was determined to fix this.

"Fixus, Fidgetus." No change. The boy frowned. He turned his attention to the broom. If Mickey Mouse can command mops and buckets, he can command a broom.

Soon the kitchen was clean again. The turned back to the living room.

"Mama I did it." The boy waved his wand with a flourish.

Mama sat slumped, almost lifeless.

The boy wished his magic could turn back time. He wondered if there was a spell for that. Right now his mama needed his magical hugs.