All Stories, Fantasy, General Fiction

Emil’s Magic by James Bates

He was standing off to the side of the city Greenway looking at the sky when he felt a tap on his shoulder. “Hey buddy. What are you doing?”

Emil turned. It was a policeman on bicycle patrol. “I’m just looking at the clouds, officer,” he said, politely. “That one over there reminds me of a bunny rabbit.”

Unimpressed, the cop got off his bike and adjusted his crotch. “I see you down here a lot. Where do you live?”

“Nearby,” he said and then tried to change the subject. “I just like to walk here,” he indicated arbitrarily. The Greenway led from Lake of the Isles, near where they were standing, on the west end of Minneapolis, all the way east to St. Paul, a distance of fifteen miles. People walked and biked on it nearly every moment of the day.

“Let’s see some identification.”

Emil fumbled through his pockets and then put his tattered shopping bag down and looked through it and then shrugged off his backpack and looked through it. Then he did it all again before finally saying, “I’m sorry officer. I seem to have lost it.”

The policeman smirked, “Yeah, I’ll bet.” He took his radio from his belt and made a call. “I’m bringing a guy in.” He listened for a moment and said, “No, he’s not drunk. I think he’s delusional. Let’s see how he does in lockup overnight and then we’ll take it from there.”

Emil couldn’t help but overhear the conversation. “Officer, I promise I’m not delusional. I’m perfectly sane. I just like to walk and be outdoors.”

“Too bad, buddy, you seem a little off to me. No more walking and being outside for you today.”

He called for a patrol car and they took Emil to the station where he was booked for loitering and put in a holding cell with fifteen other inmates.

His jailer, a heavy-set black man with a grey beard said, “Here you go, buddy. We’ll come get you for dinner at 5:30. Have fun.” He slammed the door shut.

Emil made it a point to avoid eye contact with the other inmates and shuffled to the corner of the cell. He faced the wall and closed his eyes and concentrated, letting his hunger for the outdoors soar through him like a cool mountain breeze. In a matter of moments his mind had taken him back to the streets where he belonged. Home. Walking free.

Later, when the jailer came to let the inmates out for dinner, no one could find Emil. In fact, no one even remembered him even being there. He’d vanished into thin air.

Back on the Greenway, Emil brushed himself off trying to get rid of the stink of the jail said to himself, I’ve got to be more careful. I don’t know how many more times I can do that. Then he went back to walking and looking at the sky and the clouds, happy to be outdoors once again. But this time he kept a sharper lookout for cops, because being inside? Well, it just wasn’t for him.

Far up ahead, he saw a figure approaching on a bicycle. He looked closely, thinking that might be that cop. “Probably out looking for me,” Emil mumbled to himself. He watched as the rider stopped to question a young couple vaping and walking hand in hand. Yeah, it was him, he decided, and that was all the motivation Emil needed. He stepped off to the side of the path and disappeared. The cop rode by looking by didn’t see anything. He kept on riding. Emil smiled.

James Bates

Image by Ashish Bogawat from Pixabay 

9 thoughts on “Emil’s Magic by James Bates”

  1. Hi Jim,
    It’s a bit weird and leaves you with a puzzled look but that was the beauty of it.
    Some folks go all out confusing and it puts the reader off, this had just the right balance of mystique and story-telling.
    I am so pleased to see you on the site today!!
    All the very best my fine friend.
    Hugh

    Like

    1. Hi Hugh,
      It’s great to be here! Working with you and your team has been one of the best experiences of my writing career. Thank you so much for everything, my friend 🙂
      Jim

      Like

  2. Hi Jim

    Very pleased to see your work up today.
    Emil’s ability makes me envious. Too bad, for him, he can’t reappear somewhere a bit friendlier–but if the world were a fairer place no one would covet super powers. Nicely done.
    Leila

    Like

  3. I really enjoy stories like this that don’t tell the reader how Emil did what he did, or why, or who he is, but describe it in such a natural, almost matter-of-fact way, that gives the story much more impact than it would with fuller explanation. A really strong example of less is more with this gentle, careful, mysterious story.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Hi Paul,
      Thank you so much for reading about Emil. I’m really glad you liked my story. It was a fun one to write and to try to leave some magic in it. I’m happy it resonated with you. Thanks again.
      Jim

      Like

  4. Hi Doug,
    Well, what a nice comment! Thank you so much for touching base with me. I really appreciate it! And yes, you can call me Jim!
    Here’s wishing you all the best.
    Take care,
    Jim

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.