Max the Magnificent

It was the night of grand premiere at the Odyssey Theatre.  Max told her there was nothing to worry about. He had perfected the illusion. She was perfectly safe. Lilou wanted to trust him. Him with the beautiful dark eyes. She had fallen for him the instant she met him at the bistro. It was time for Max’s most famous illusion, The Shrinking Woman. Lilou took her position. The orchestra played the dramatic fanfare. Max proclaimed his intention of making Lilou disappear and to have her reappear in a small cupboard on the table. He waved his wand and recited the spell, ” d’ici a la bas! ” Lilou vanished in a pale blue cloud. Max opened the cupboard, “Voila!” Lilou daintily stepped out and curtsied to the crowd. She was only six inches tall. The audience erupted into loud cheers and applause. The curtain closed. When are you changing me back? Lilou wondered out loud. Regrettablement, I have not mastered the reverse spell,  Max frowned as he placed her in the chest with the others.

This is my contribution for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers hosted by the lovely Priceless Joy. Image courtesy of Etol Bagam.

32 thoughts on “Max the Magnificent

  1. Priceless Joy

    This story is wonderful Deborah! I love the twist at the end, “…he placed her in the chest with the others.” LOL! Guess she should have been more informed before she agreed to the magic trick. Thank you again, for participating in FFfAW challenge!

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  2. afairymind

    I wonder just how many tiny women he has in there? Just because they’re rather small doesn’t make them completely helpless, especially if there’s enough of them. If only they can get out of the chest… A wonderful story. 🙂

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  3. Joy Pixley

    Oh no, I was worried as soon as he started reassuring her, and boy, it was even worse than I thought! Great suspense and surprise ending. I bet she’s wishing she’d asked for references from his previous assistants — before ending up in the chest with all of them.

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