Copyright – Danny Bowman
My insides barren, lay wasted by chemo. Night after night I walk the desert.
As a child I understood magic. I rooted for Tia to save Tony, built my own StarCase. And believed in time my supernatural powers would be revealed-Telepathy and Telekinesis the least among them.
Now my medical team’s become my Earthquake Gang. I fight the villains’ nefarious plans to wreak havoc. I’ll find my way home.
Just concentrate, the water glass sliding within reach. Again.
“Ms. Thomas did you call me?” the nurse inquired.
“Yes I did.” Now I know I’ve everything needed – my magic replete.
Word Count: 100
P.S. Please make sure to read the others.
It’s that time! Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at hand. If you’re new to the madness then run fast lest you get sucked in. It’s a hard addiction to break. Not that I’ve tried.
When I first spied this week’s photo prompt my mind wandered to a mountain on the back highway into Boulder called Dragon Rock. Legend said it was a sleeping dragon. I had always wondered on the magic that they within mountains. Since I was a little girl I was always looking for Witch Mountain. Hence, the evolution and inspiration of my FF offering.
lovely, strong story
Thank you very much.
Lovely, well-written story. A creative use of the prompt. The mind can indeed control the body in many ways. I hope she heals.
Thanks Patricia. I believe the mind can control the body both hurting and healing. In this story I chose to focus on the later strength.
Ah.. with magic the force to survive is there..
I hadn’t heard of Witch Mountain and its characters before so I googled it. Now I understand. Lovely piece of writing.
Now Patrick that is unnatural. Escape to Witch Mountain is magical . I fear you had a incomplete childhood. 😉
One of my dearest friends ask me who Tia & Tony are. It’s always a risk in winding popular culture into your story. But I am glad you liked it and I could introduce you to old Disney Magic.
Wow! I am loving how much you can say, imply, think, feel, create in only 100 words.
I can see this story from many different angles and like a painting, a story always reflects the readers perspective as they view it.
Thanks Sarah. I love trying to see how much I can squeeze in 100 words. The challenge is so much fun. And if I succeed in reflecting to the reader, if they can identify with something I’ve written then I’m tickled pink, purple and blue. It’s very colorful. 🙂
Awesome darlin’!! Loved it…. 🙂
A tragic story, but while hope remains, there is work to be done. I hope she finds her magic – we all need to keep a little of the credulity we had as children.
Yes we do. When i was a nanny I had to remember how to play and the power of make believe.
Your story is exquisite. Whether the magic is metaphor or true I wasn’t sure. Not that it matters. Tragic and sweet.
Thanks Rochelle. I think the magic is a little of both.
Creative, especially coming from such a prompt! (Also, you included my two favorite superpowers). Glad she found them in her!! You made me want to read the story over again just to get the feel of it all.
I’m glad she found them in her too. Everyone deserves to know the depths of their capacities. I love that you read it again. Thank you Hala
Telepathy is a much better summoning mechanism than that bedside buzzer. She’ll make it, she’s just beginning to realize her power.
Isn’t it! I think you’re right It’s only the beginning of her discovering her capacities.
Your first line not only pulled us in but tied your story firmly to the photo. Your metaphor work so well.
Thanks Janet. That is what the photo evoked. Glad I could communicate my idea.
Very creative response – beautifully done.
Thanks Sandra. I liked this photo both barren and hopeful.
Dana, that first line is gorgeous! Very poetic and wonderful. The rest, speaks to a time I can really relate to, with the references. Some days, I still wish I could twitch my nose, and make magic happen. Wonderful story this week!
Thanks Dawn. I swear the tip of my nose is still a little crooked from years of bewitched practice. Sometimes we need to remember the place where magic is possible to actually find it. At least has been the case for me as I age.
I couldn’t agree more! Some days, admittedly, I still take my finger and wiggle my nose… just to see. 😉
Me too! 😉
That was beautifully written, from someone who found their way home 😉
Thanks Helen. I channeled a little magic for superpower healing.
This is such a touching, but sad story. The first line was magnificent; it just pulled me in instantly. Well done!
Thanks Lisa. Not too sad I hope. I have found like in the face of great adversity magic can arise from our depths.
No, not too sad. It’s also hopeful. A little magic can change your life. 🙂
Battling a powerful disease, she will need all the magic she can muster. Great story, and a uniquely creative response to the photo prompt!
Thanks Jan. Sometimes we don’t know our own capacities until in the midst of the battle. Magic is required for health-mind, body and most importantly spirit.
Such a nice take on the picture! You’ve connected to so much with your 100 words. Very compelling.
Thanks Sorchia. The picture definitely conjured a story and memories.
Wow! Hearfelt, touching and beautiful post… thanks! (I was also a fan of Witch Mountain and often tried and tried and tried telekinesis… 🙂 thanks for those memories, too!)
Keep at it! You never know when you’re superpowers will be revealed.
Loved those movies as a child — were they books, too? I can’t remember. There was a sad bit of autobiographical information sneaking in here, and I wanted to give you a hug.
Love hugs! 😉 It was a book written written by Alexander H. Key in 1968. Then Disney adapted it to the movies. I think it was put onto stage as well. I love them all.
By autobiographic you mean my supernatural powers of course!
You read my mind (see)
Know what am I telling you?
I can’t believe you just thought that at me! You have some pretty strange ideas. But I liked all the nice things you thought, too. Tell me more about how wonderful I am