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It used to be an honest profession — prestidigitator. They called me humbug and worse but I never took it personally. I had a million-watt smile and fast hands, the perfect bunkum king.

Then came OZ.

I was never happy there. My tricks grew stale and the crowd, bored. Pah! It was a long slow death. When the run was over they didn’t kill me as everyone thought. I just went home.

Home had changed since I’d been gone. Deceit was virtuous and honesty a lost art.

I grinned and thought of Barnum.

It was good to be back.

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    Jim M over 8 years ago

    Amazing drabble, especially like ' Deceit was virtuous and honesty a lost art' but the whole piece is full of clever terms and turns of phrase. Also very smartly paced, emphasizes the journey. Thank you- this has honestly brightened my day.

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    D.M. over 8 years ago

    'Love the line, " they didn't kill me as everyone thought, I just went home."
    Even his downfall becomes a façade for others.

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    Sara Light-Waller over 8 years ago

    Thank you both! I'm struck speechless... :-)

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    Sara Light-Waller over 8 years ago

    You've caught the heart of it Drew! I've been thinking a lot of illusion lately. Thanks for you lovely comments!

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