Ordinary Magic

Hybrid Prose

Photo by Muhammad Haikal Sjukri on Unsplash

Even if I don’t keep the folded piece of paper — torn from the diner menu, my gypsy soul has already folded it neatly into my heart. Its significance is lost on everyone, but this memory is worth keeping — worth saving because
when it rains it pours and one day it will bring me joy, just the same.