Promptly Penned: Magic isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
Heads up, guys. This promptly penned is probably going to to be super short. I’m heartsick (and terrified) at the latest (continued?) political shitstorm facing this country. But I’m going to give this a go anyway.
Prompt: Magic isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. For example, there are 20 spells for making tea but none to save yourself from falling off a cliff.
I stood in the richly appointed penthouse office, my feet sinking into carpet so plush, I wasn’t sure it wasn’t the entrails of enemies or something, and forced myself to maintain eye contact with this guy.
He laced his fingers together beneath his chin and stared up at me–charming smile firmly in place. “I’m surprised to see you. Our business has been satisfactorily concluded.”
“Maybe for you. I want it back,” I choked out.
He leaned back in his chair. “You know the rules: no refunds or exchanges. All sales are final.”
“You misrepresented the product.”
He smiled. “That’s called advertising.”
“There’s a difference between advertising and lying.”
I sighed. Magic isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. “There are twenty spells for making tea but none to save yourself from falling off a cliff.”
“So, stay away from cliffs.”
“Funny.” I glared at him. “That was just an example.”
“Look, you sold your soul. You got the ability to do magic. I don’t know what else you’re expecting.”
“I expected to be able to fix the government. I thought I could make all this,” I gestured toward the morning’s newspapers spread across his desk, “go away. I thought I could make things better for people.”
He was laughing before I’d even finished speaking. Asshole. “There’s not enough magic in the world for that.” He made a shooing motion with his hand. “Off you go. Why don’t you go make yourself a spot of tea.”
He burst into another fit of laughter as I stalked from the room, stepping aside as his assistant headed toward him carrying a cup of coffee. I muttered a spell under my breath as she passed. I may not have been able to save the world from certain destruction, but I’d managed to manipulate a couple of the tea spells to include coffee. I hoped he had a padded toilet seat. He was going to be there for a while.