She put her best foot on my back and took another step forward. She used me, stole my magic. Learned all my tricks and I taught her all the ones I was too old to use. I thought when we kissed she meant it. I should have been smarter what would a young thing like her want with an old used dried hag like me.

Could there have ever been love there? There must have been. One kiss must have been real. No one is that good. Even when I used the same tricks some where real.

I couldn’t have been tricked every time.