An Unemployed Wizard: Modern Fantasy

[penthius]

The homeless man at the corner of 66th and Lake was an unemployed wizard. She knew that because he'd told her so when she worked the soup line. And it was true that somehow his bowl of soup always had a piece of meat in it. Once, she'd seen him smile and bring a big piece of chicken up to his lips when she knew for a fact that only vegetables had gone into the soup. She'd shrugged and told herself that she was working too hard, between her two jobs and her volunteering, but the memory lingered. So when her daughter came home with a curse on her, put by the daughter of a Vaudun priestess at the high school--a curse that was impossible to dispute after seeing it in action a few times--she took her daughter to see the out-of-work wizard.

Inspiration: It had been a while since I'd written anything set modern times.
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: I kinda like the idea of a homeless wizard, but I don't think this particular story idea's got legs.