Witchy Flash Fiction

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A snap of the fingers. Couldn’t be that simple. No encation. No walking a circle. No wand. “You full of it, Russel.”

“Simple, isn’t it.”

“Unbelievable.”

“Sounds like it, but watch.”

Russel lifted his hand and snapped his finger before his gold chain, that he only wore when he was going to one of his father’s high priced charity get-to-gathers, appeared in his hand.

“Simple.”

“You try it.”

“Try what?”

“Think of something you own that you want to hold, then snap your fingers.

He ran his hand across his brow, soaking up a streak of sweat. There was no way he could do this. He wasn’t anyone special. His parents hadn’t even cared enough to raise him, why pass along some witchy skills. Nope. He was no one. Another person who lived day to day. Another person who made his living from paycheck to paycheck. No one special.

“You are more than you know.” Russel patted his shoulder as he passed by him. “What do you have to lose by trying it.”

Nothing. Everything. His mind. Why would anyone think such a skill existed. Then again . . . Russel sure had pulled the undoable off. Crap. Everything in side him screamed for him to try it.

“You know you want to.”

“Shut up, Russel.”

He opened his mind to the IPad that rested on his nightstand. He made sure to include the dent on the lower side when he pictured it. With tight held fingers he completed the snap and found himself . . .

“Holy Shit!”

“Neat. Right?”

Boy was it. Now what was he supposed to do about his new found talent.