This is a story about writing.

Enter a cave,

A long, dark place.

And at the end

Against a bare dirt wall

Sits a girl

Spinning magic in the palm of her hand.

A spark lights the walls

But no flame.

And she cries.

Voices coming closer

Through the dark dreary cave.

Close your eyes.

A spark.

A flame!

And she smiles.

The voices arrive,

And the flame disappears.

And they pull the girl away

To life and work

Money and family

And a million more practical things

Than magic.

But she sees herself

Against the bare dirt wall

Moving and changing the world

With her hands and her mind.

"I'll come back for you."

And suddenly spinning magic

Is a dream.

And she cries.