Saturday 15 June 2019

'A Kind of Magic' by Sarah Freligh

He tells me that his mother carries a lock of his dead father’s hair coiled inside the folded bills of her wallet, how she’ll forget about it altogether and have to pluck it, embarrassed, from the spill of dimes and nickels on the check-out counter at the grocery store. Sometimes she’ll tell the startled cashier that it’s her hair from when she was a natural blonde, when her hair hung thick and straight to the ass of her tie-dyed mini-skirt, when she went by the name of Star Aster and danced naked in the rain at Woodstock. Way before she was somebody’s mother or the widow of a man who left her with nothing but a shoebox full of unpaid bills and three photographs from their honeymoon in Vegas, their faces smudged gray with fatigue after a night at the craps table where they wagered everything but their round-trip Greyhound tickets from Ann Arbor. Back when his blond hair hid his eyes, curtained his face as he kissed the dice. Back when she would bet anything was possible, when she still believed love was a kind of magic.

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First published in Issue 53 of Vestal Review.

2 comments:

  1. A whole life in such a tiny space - especially loved imagining her as Star Aster.

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