FICTION: THE MAGICLAND CHRONICLES
The Return of PeeWee Secaucus
A lawyer discovers the gift of magic
“I don’t have time for a case like this.” I was running down the hall. Papers were trying to escape my closed, tan briefcase.
Micah followed me into the courtroom. Sometimes, interns are like dogs. The little yapper kinds, not the cool big ones. “Go away,” I said to her as I popped open my briefcase, trying to bring order to my paper mess as my one good eye glanced at her thin olive face. Micah looks like a young…