“I can do it! I just need a ‘lil more concentration.”
“Liar! You’re just trying to get attention ‘coz you don’t have friends! Loser!”
Shirley bit back her tears. She knew she could do it. She had done this before. She closed her eyes, ignored the laughter around her, and extended her hand towards the pile of woods. She thought of a big, orange-y fire…
Then, the flame suddenly burst wildly from the pile of woods.
The kids stopped laughing. Someone screamed. They were all shocked, including Shirley. She quickly composed herself to brag.
“Hah! See! I can do magic! So back off, all of you!”
Several feet away from the kids, Glinda smiled and pocketed her wand. ”Now, they won’t bother you anymore, sweetie.”
This is originally 100 words, written for Friday Fictioneers. Thank you Rochelle for the prompt. I just edited it a bit for my blog. 🙂
© Ruth Nuylan, Flash Fiction
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