THE MAGICIAN'S CHILD
By Suzanne Sisco
“Something is hunting you.” said a male voice.
Katrina turned. There were several girls standing there, watching the parade. Whoever said it must have left.
Katrina turned back to watch a giant head float by. A tall woman wearing layers of beads pushed close, keeping in mind what she had been told about beads in New Orleans, Kat tried not to stare at the woman's chest. This was hard since Katrina was ten and the woman's chest was even with her face.
Kat looked around her, avoiding the woman enormous chest. There was a large Goth to her left. He wore a black T-shirt with the arms torn off to reveal muscles and tattoos. He was standing a little too close.
“Goth is dead,” she told him elbowing him to make him move.
“That's really, kinda the point isn't it?” he asked with a crooked smile.
