I stand, face tilted to the floor with my mouth half open and my unfocused eyes drifting like a bobber with no fishing line. My mind is blank yet filled with thoughts—too many to explore, so I ... [+]

My hands used to create magic. I think with the increasing demands of adulthood, they've had their spark pulled right out of them. My little sister's hands still glisten with it, but I fear he ... [+]