Magic!

By Denise

Saturday afternoon I was checking out my mailbox, I had about a dozen responses for my personal ad. So, I read through them and when I got to the last one it read: 'Handsome young Cuban needs a date for Saturday night.' I decided to send a response to this man and some of the others. I had some housework that had to be done so I turned off the computer and went to do my chores.

I had taken a break and was sitting out on my balcony, enjoying the warm summer evening, when the doorbell rang. I went to answer and saw this man standing outside my door wearing a white tux, with his hair combed back from his face. I was in shock as I looked into those beautiful brown eyes. He reached out his hand to me. "I am Nestor Castillo. I am your date for this evening." He said with a charming irresistible smile.

"Yes I know who you are." I nervously laughed. "So, What are you doing here?"

"You responded to my ad and so here I am."

"Wait, just one minute!" I had my hands on my hips. "Are you telling me that you are the man I sent an e-mail to earlier today?"

"Yes."

"Well, I have nothing to wear and wasn't prepared to go on a date with you or anyone else."

"Step out on to the porch."

"No." I folded my arms across my chest. "Why should I?"

"Please." He reached out for my hand. "Come with me."

I took his hand and he led me out onto the porch; strange things started to happen to me. I looked down at myself and I was wearing a strapless pink satin dress with matching shoes. "Where did this dress come from?"

"Magic."

I felt like I was going to the prom as I took his arm. He then escorted me to his car, a white Cadillac. At least he had some style. I looked around and noticed all the cars around me were that year and older. "What year is this?"

"1953."

"How can I go back in time?"

"Magic."

He opened the car door and I got in. "So, where are we going?"

"To a dance."

We drove along a dirt road passing fields and farms. "Wow! Denver sure has changed a lot since 1953."

"Has it? I wouldn't know; I have only lived in Cuba and New York City."

"What do you do for a living?"

"I am a musician."

We finally arrived at our destination. "This is our old amusement park, Elitch Gardens."

"You have been here before?"

"Oh yes, many times. How did you know about this place?"

"A friend told me about it."

"Oh, like who?"

"Just a fellow musician who used to play here."

"Oh."

We walked into the park towards the Tropicana dance hall. There was music playing as we went in and found a table. Nestor went to get us drinks and came back. While he was gone I watched the dancers doing the jitterbug.

"Do you want to dance?" He asked.

"Oh, no." I shock my head. "I can't do that. I will when they play something a little bit slower."

He sat down next to me. "I'm so happy you came here with me tonight."

"Thanks for bringing me here. This is great!" I looked into his dark eyes. "This place was torn down in the early 70's. I used to walk around here and look at all of these pictures of the artists who used to play here."

"My brother and I used to play music together."

"Why don't you play music now?"

"I really don't want to talk about it right now." I could see the sadness in his eyes as he looked around the room.

The music finally changed, so Nestor stood up took my hand and led me to the dance floor. He held me close; whispering words in Spanish to me as we danced. I didn't understand a word he was saying, but it was so romantic I didn't care. We slow danced for several hours and then he asked. "Are you ready to leave?"

"Yes. Where are we going now?"

"Let's go on the Ferris wheel."

***

Once on the ride, he embraced me, alluring me with his eyes. His lips were so intoxicating as they met mine, teasing me with his tongue. I was so absorbed in our kiss I forgot where I was, when I heard a voice say, "Sir, the ride has stopped."

Nestor was so cool about it; he just opened the bar that held us in our seat. It swung open as he stood up taking my hand and led me down the ramp, to exit the ride. "Is there some place we can go?" He asked as we walked away from the ride.

"My apartment."

"No I can't do that.

"Why not?"

"It doesn't exist at the moment. Let's go to the car, we can talk about this there." So we left the park and sat in his car.

"Okay. What do you mean it don't exist?"

"I have taken you back in time so your apartment doesn't exist at the moment."

"Oh."

"Come here and sit next to me."

I slid over as he put his arm around me as I laid my head against his shoulder.

"If we go back to your apartment, I won't exist either." He finally said after a long silence.

I looked up at him. "What do you mean?"

"Hush I don't want to talk now." He drew my mouth to his, slipping his tongue inside my mouth. We held each other in a tight embrace. He then unzipped the back of my dress and lowered it, so that my breasts were exposed. He massaged my breasts with his hand and then played with my nipples making them hard. He looked up at me and whispered. "I want to be with you…but I don't want to do this here."

"Yeah." I sighed. "I know a place, we can be alone."

We drove until we found the perfect place to pull over and then we crawled into the back seat. We slowly removed our clothes and he made love to me. Then we lay quietly holding each other, not wanting this moment or this feeling to end. It was getting chilly so he wrapped a blanket around us as we cuddled together.

"What did you mean about not existing?' I asked as my head was against his shoulder playing with the hair on his chest.

"I thought you knew who I was?"

"Oh, I do." Then reached up and touched his face as looked into his eyes.

"Well you know what happened to me?"

I looked away from his eyes. "Yes, I was trying to forget that part."

"Why?"

"Because it's so sad. Why did you have to run into that tree?" I looked at him again with tears in my eyes.

"I didn't do it on purpose." He brushed the hair from my eyes. "Hey, hey don't cry."

"Well…you shouldn't have been driving."

"Yes I know it was a mistake."

"A big mistake. You left behind a woman who loved you. What about your son?"

"She loved my brother too!"

"Yes, that is true."

"If I could do it over again, I wouldn't have driven that night."

"So why are you here?"

"I just wanted to thank you personally, for being a fan."

"Oh…you are welcome." I sighed then our mouths were joined together. We made love again. When we finished I asked. "Would you sing to me?"

"What do you want me to sing?"

"That song you wrote for Maria."

"You like that song?"

"Oh, yes! I fell in love with that song the moment I heard it."

He laughed. "It is a beautiful song, isn't it?"

"She was such a fool to marry someone else."

"You think so."

"Yes I do."

Then there was a clash of thunder and I woke up with raindrops falling on me. I got up and quickly went inside then I discovered "Beautiful Maria of my Soul," was playing on my stereo.