Author: kennethabaldwin

Magic exists where we cannot see.It lives in unexplained phenomena, in attraction to strangers,in a pen and crimson inkwell, from a trunk, in a tent, at a fair, in the fog.I didn’t believe in magic. Before he died, my father taught me the world was solid. Reporting was more like science, anyway. Hard facts. Logical inferences. Then again, I wasn’t exactly an award-winning reporter so what did I … anyway. Hard facts. Logical inferences. Then again, I wasn’t exactly an award-winning reporter so what did I know about it? But, when Detective Edward Thomas told me he had seen a…