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Living on the Edge 179; Spell Binding…

Hello Everybody, are you well? During one of the long and winding conversations that the little houses and I often have, for they know and awful lot of things, some helpful, some not some much, we wondered if it would be possible to set up a magic club. And then, as is usual, the wondering wandered off to some other subject and no more was said. However, this week we learned that someone did not let go of that thought… I will pour the tea…

Living on the Edge 179; Spell Binding…

The sky had turned the inky blue colour that signals the imminent descent of night and so Clarice had thought it was the ideal time to perform her latest trick. She hadn’t been able to practise it because the trick was a variation of the famous one in which a cloth was removed with a flourish from beneath a laid table, leaving everything perfectly intact. In place of the table cloth Clarice had used the pavement and, unknowingly, her neighbours starred as dishes in the impromptu show.

Whilst it was an incredible display of her mightiness, it hadn’t quite worked out as she had hoped. Claude and Rupert were now leaning in a most unbecoming way, Betsy, Jo and Melissa had been tugged down a newly formed slope and the tree at the epicentre was complaining loudly of tap root rupture and bark stretch. Clarice gently tapped the curb stone back into line and, feeling very small, looked up to the heavens.

“Goodness gracious me, that must have been an earth tremor!” she exclaimed, quickly hiding her copy of ‘Magician Today’. Without daring to look over, Clarice closed her windows, wishing that she’d invested her time in being able to vanish into thin air instead… xxx