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 Urban magic  (2 ratings)by Gui Page 2 of 2 The old man stood up leaning heavily against the garbage bin "It was magic,
true magic not the illusion you people are so excited about." He paused a
moment, frowning. "How many times have you dreamt of leaving New York behind
and going back to your home town? But each time you said to yourself - I
mustn't, my parents are here and they need me and beside?" He did not finish
the sentence, he didn't have to - it was all true. She looked at him, her eyes
wide open with disbelief and his expression loosened into a reassuring smile.
"You are not alone in this, so many people abandon their dreams just to live
their every day life, and it's not bad. But something deep inside living an
ordinary every day life is not enough, and sometimes, rarely that feeling
inside you, combine with everyone else's manage to deliver a message of hope
into the world."
She looked at the wall again, thinking about what the old man just said, "Listen, it's a really nice story" she said finally, but when she turned around he was no longer there. She frowned, taking a last look at the wall "I guess it would not hurt to pass by here tomorrow morning?" The next morning she already half forgotten the conversation with the old man, categorizing it as another wired occurrence in New York, god only knew that was not the first time she had one of those. She would have kept on walking in the main street if it weren't for the large crowd that gathered around the side street, blocking the entire road. "Excuse me, what's all the fuss about?" she asked tapping a gentleman on his shoulder; he turned around smiling "Someone painted graffiti all over the wall, here squeeze in." He said moving aside. Framed within the dull brick wall in the far end of the street was a magnificent painting. It showed vast grasslands that stretched endlessly into the horizon. There, barely visible was the sun, casting its last evening rays at a small river that disappeared into the horizon. But the scenery dwarfed in comparison to the fiery bird, a phoenix that was flying high above it. The phoenix seemed to look at her, and for a moment she felt a tingle inside. "It's a beautiful painting," said someone, a policeman. "Yeah, simply breathtaking." The policeman shook his head sadly "It's a shame we have to take it down." She wheeled around "Why?" But before the policeman had a chance to answer the news has spread and people were beginning to protest loudly. "It will not last for long in your world" the old man said before, she did not understand what he meant back then but looking at the people protesting in front of the police she understood at last. The image did not belong to their world; they could not accept its meaning so they would destroy it. She took a last glance at the picture and smiled, a friend told her several weeks ago about a farm for sale near her home town, I wonder if it's still for sale.
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