The Great Mysterio

This is written as 300 word Flash Fiction. What do you think? Is it any Good?

The Great Mysterio

If you looked hard you could just read The Great Mysterio painted across the side of the ancient van parked outside the town hall.

          A short man in a stained dinner jacket emerged and carried a box into the hall to set up for the 7 o’clock charity magic show. He remembered to feed his single prize possession – a fluffy white rabbit which he pulled from a Top Hat as the show high light. He then retreated to the van, pulled a half bottle of vodka from under the passenger seat and took a long swig. More swigs followed till the bottle was drained.

    Years ago he had great plans to become a famous Magician. Maybe a TV star; sawing women in two, escaping from tanks of water, and making Jumbo Jets disappear. If only he had a Magic word that would make mystifying things happen. Abracadabra just wasn’t good enough, everyone used it. He needed a special word that made death-defying magical things happen.

        The show went quite well. At last the final trick. He made a great show to the audience of the empty Top Hat. He tapped it several times with his wand and made to say the magic word. Something came over him, maybe the drink, and he shouted CADA-BRA CADA-BARA. Out popped the white rabbit followed by another and another till there were ten rabbits hopping round the stage.

          The audience cheered and clapped. He just stood there stunned. Had he used some new powerful magic word or had the rabbit given birth in the top hat?

          Unfortunately The Great Mysterio collapsed and died shortly afterwards. The Daily Echo gave him two column inches on page fifteen. The front page headlined on the mysterious disappearance of a Jumbo jet landing at Heathrow.