Del tried talking about it on several occasions, certain that many thought him mad.
Nobody else saw it: every day it was more faded, as though bleaching. Not long ago the world glistened, glowing with color… then again, the scales of nature had been tilted away from the mundane, toward the magical; now they tipped too far the other way.
Why didn’t anyone remember? There must be a reason, he decided. I must fix it.
This flash fiction in 75 words was crafted for the M3 blog’s Flash in the Pan (Mad).
Rob's Surf Report 
But how, big Daddy, how? Strangest thing: When I was a wee one, lying on my back late at night, trying to trace the movement of the stars, I could swear I felt the earth move. You, too?
Life needs magic.
Indeed, and if it survives the loss of magic as it’s known, what sort of life would that possibly be?
why, simply another form of magic, big daddy……………
I am the magic,
you are the magic,
we are the magic—koo–koo–cachew…-koo-koo klocks (I gotta stop, is getting ‘silly’–now there’s a daily prompt…)
I hope he hurries!
I hope so too! I had a whole thing planned out to theme the remaining flashes and I dropped the ball when the holidays exploded in my face – I’m picking up the pieces of this storyline going, what now?
LOL! I do that occasionally in the middle of novels. Or I have eight pages of notes I have no idea how to knit together without making eight full books. >.<
Eight books? Like “whoops!”
😉