I missed last Friday. This feels like a pitiful attempt to me, but I have to practice.
|It shouldn’t be possible; magic was only real in stories. Magic was supposed to be – well – magical: fun and exciting. She was certainly excited, but not having any fun.
Christie spotted a metal trash can, and slowed. Close by, leaning against a wall, there was a baseball bat. Desperate, she grasped at a crazy idea.
She waited until her assailant was close. As he raised his hands, she leapt back. Lightning seared the trash can, charging it instantly. Quickly, she sprang forward and knocked the can with the bat as hard as she could. She wondered if the man still thought magic was exciting.
Word count = 106 (oops)
Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple. Her writing challenge is to write a complete story using 100 words or less using the photo as a prompt.
Photo provided by © Emmy L Gant.