Magic
© Christoffer Petersen, 2021
She was nearly six when Petra introduced Luui to Constable David Maratse.
“He’s grumpy,” Petra said, kneeling beside the shaman’s daughter.
“Grumpy?”
“Quiet, not happy.”
Luui frowned at Maratse. She extended her tiny fist, and then, poof, she splayed her fingers. Maratse’s eyes creased in a smile.
“Magic,” Luui said.
Notes …
This 50 word story is one of my favourites. Back in 2020, I set myself the challenge of writing 50 fifty word stories (title thankfully exempt from the wordcount) and Magic was one of them. No, I didn’t turn 50 that year. I’m still clinging on to the 40s. 🙂 You can find out more on the page for The Greenland 50.
Chris
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