The three wine glasses on the table were filled with different amounts of colored liquid. The magician gave a practiced flourish and the liquid in the glasses began to tilt sideways. The audience gasped.
“It’s all done with mirrors,” said Walter loud enough so that the people sitting around him all heard.
“Shush,” scolded his wife Abigail.
“He’s actually tilting the table but it appears…”
“I mean it, Walter. No one wants to hear,” she hissed.
With each illusion, Walter couldn’t help describing how the trick worked. More audience members began joining Abigail in shushing the annoying loudmouth.
“For my next trick, I’ll need a volunteer from the audience,” replied the magician. He scanned the crowd and then pointed at Walter. “How about… you sir!”
“Me?” asked Walter. “You bet!”
Walter hurried to the stage excited to debunk the next trick while all eyes were upon him.
After introductions and the usual banter, the magician brought out a large upright box and asked Walter to step inside.
The music built to a crescendo as the magician twirled the box and then stopped and whisked the door open, revealing it’s empty contents. The crowd roared with approval.
When the applause died, the magician called out to Abigail.
“Don’t worry, ma’am. I’ll bring your husband back.”
Abigail shouted back. “Could you wait until tomorrow morning?”
The crowd gave her a standing ovation.
[This is my entry into the Sunday Photo Fiction challenge, hosted by Alastair Forbes. Write a short story of 200 words or less from the photo prompt provided.]