Word Count: 100 words of text, exactly
Genre: Irony; pseudo-religious fiction
Light-House
©September 21st, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
Ascension wasn’t difficult that day. I simply dissolved into many points of light, allowing myself to be beamed up.
My problem is that no one saw it.
What was the point of that glorious display when it was ignored?
I’m not a charlatan or anything. Practically anything can be transmuted, if one knows how to dissolve the bonds that hold matter together, and then reassemble them through sheer force of will.
Another person did it before me. We had the same Teacher.
I blame those damned cellular phones. Everyone was too busy, texting, to see my feat.
It’s not fair!
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Thanks to our Fairy Blog-Mother, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, for graciously hosting Friday Fictioneers week after week without tiring, and to Roger Bultot for that fantastic photograph.