Monday, October 26, 2015

A Demonstration of Good Faith

Warning: Some gore.

Part 2 of a 3 part prompt.

“It’s fine, it’s fine, we just need a few more minutes.” Simon appeared way to calm for the situation.

“What am I supposed to do for a few more minutes?” Katrina threw her arms wide for emphasis.

Simon glanced around and then plucked up the blood spattered top hot. Wiping it off with the cast-offs from the “never-ending handkerchief”, he handed it to Katrina. “Magic.”

Reluctantly, she took the black hat. It was heavy, like it was filled with lead, and immediately she had to put a hand under it to keep the brim from slipping out of her grasp. “What the hell do you mean magic? I’m a stage hand, not a magician!”
 “It’ll be fine. Just wave your hand over the hat, say ‘hocus pocus’ and pull out whatever crap he has in there with a flourish. Now, get back out there!” He nudged her through the curtain break once more and she stumbled back onto the lit stage with the hat.

The audience was louder now and many people were up and milling around. Katrina peeked down inside the hat. She couldn’t see anything in it, but there must’ve been something in a hidden pocket perhaps? She cleared her throat. “Ladies and gentlemen! The problem is taking us just a bit longer than planned, so I am here to entertain you with a brief interlude of magic.” She waited for people to reach their seats, and give her more attention before waving a hand over the hat. “Abra cadabra!” She held her breath and reached into the silk hat. Fossicking around, her fingers closed around something cold and rubbery, and she pulled it out with a flourish. The crowd gasped in unison and Katrina smiled wide until she looked up and saw that she was brandishing a severed hand.