Red Rabbit

by Alex Grecian

“In the past I have hexed presidents, and opera singers, and outlaws. I can sure as hell hex a demon.”

Joe thought back on all the times he had entered a room and forgotten why he was there. As if his memory had skipped a beat. He wondered how many spirits had touched him, and how many he had walked through, oblivious to their presence.

“But that wasn’t magic,” Rabbit said. “That was the wind.” “What do you think magic is?”