The story continues with a little more of Magic...
Magic Gate (13)
Magic, or as she was known in real life, Jane Doe, had lost her client. She sighed heavily and decided that she really ought to go and look for him.
Magic pushed through the gates to the changing area. To her astonishment she found herself in the most enchanting garden she had ever laid her eyes upon. Standing there, looking rather confused, was her client.
“What goes on here, sweetheart?”
Magic started to laugh.
“I’ve no idea how we ended up here. Maybe this is what they mean by virtual reality.”
The client stuck out a hand as if to grab her. With a dancer’s instinct, she stepped smartly aside. He lost his balance, fell into a bush and vanished again.
Magic shook her head.
“What the hell!” –
“You might well ask,” said a stout woman, stepping out from behind a tree. “I am completely lost and I fear, quite soon, George will become concerned."
Magic looked quizzical.
“He doesn’t wear an Armani suit, does he?”
“Good Lord, no. He’s in his old duffel today. In fact, you can never get him out of it.”
The stout woman peered closely at Magic.
“Talking of coats, you’ll catch your death in that outfit. Here, take this.”
She took off her husky and handed it to the scantily clad young lady, who thanked her.
“My name is Magic, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you,” said the stout woman, now divested of her husky to reveal a stolid sweater and tweed skirt. “My name is really quite ordinary.”
The Magic Gate (13)
By Peter & Paul
Image: derivative of Avon Fantasy Reader 11 (1949), public domain. Border added.
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