Galaxy of Magic
/Judy DeCroce
Galaxy of Magic
Customer Service
Dear Galaxy of Magic,
I am sending back the two tricks I bought.
My brother Timmy shoved one of the rubber peanuts up his nose.
I was so excited about getting the tricks on Monday that I didn’t read the warning about Magic Safety.
We spent three hours in the Emergency Room. Luckily, I finally got the peanut back. My brother is ok too.
The Simply Fantastic Rubber Puke looked so real. I found part of it this morning next to Lucky’s dish. He’s our dog.
I washed off the puke thoroughly and put it back in its original packaging.
I am sending it back to you with the 5 rubber peanuts.
Please return my $7.97.
Thank you,
Chip
Dear Chip,
Galaxy of Magic has a no refund policy so instead we are sending you our Super Magic Hat with rabbit included and Professional Sparkle Tipped Magic Wand at no extra cost to you.
Happy Magic
Customer Service,
Galaxy of Magic
Dear Galaxy of Magic,
I have been trying to get the rabbit to come out of the hat. I have used all the magic words I know and even some dad said were magic.
The only thing that came out of the hat was the picture of the rabbit, the rabbit that was supposed to be inside.
The hat has dents in it, I’m sorry. I hoped hitting it harder would make the rabbit jump out. It didn’t.
The sparkle tip from the Professional Magician’s Wand is under my refrigerator.
Mom said there was no way she was going to move the damn refrigerator (her words not mine).
So, I am sending back the magic hat with dents, and the broken Professional Magic wand.
Thank you,
Chip
P.S. Dad ripped up the rabbit picture.
Dear Chip,
We’re sorry about the hat and wand. As a last favor, we are sending you the Can of Exploding Snakes.
Perhaps the dark art of magic is not for you, at this time.
Thank you,
Happy Magic
Customer Service,
Galaxy of Magic
Author’s Note: When my aunt went to New York City Christmas shopping, she brought back a bag of magic tricks—rubber peanuts, plastic puke, even a top hat. None of these furthered my ambition to be a magician, and as the poem demonstrates some had unfortunate outcomes. As for the title, I felt it required a grandiose moniker that would include all the glitz that a child would be lured into.
Judy DeCroce is an educator, poet/flash fiction writer, and avid reader whose works have been published by Plato's Caves online, Pilcrow & Dagger, Amethyst Review, Tigershark, and many others.
As a professional storyteller and teacher of that genre, she also offers workshops in flash fiction.
Judy lives and works in upstate New York with her husband, poet/artist Antoni Ooto.
