defects.”
I push my knuckles into my eyes. I don’t know how much more of this I can take.
“Just look at the damn can, the both of you.”
I ignore them and focus on the can lying crumpled on the patchy grass. I block out every other sight and sound from my mind as I focus in on the can. I hear the sound of my heartbeat as I tune into my own rhythm, letting my breathing slow and deepen. It takes time, but I find my way to the calm place inside of me: the key.
Unaware of anything other than the can, I imagine myself reaching out my hand and picking it up.
“This is so stupid,” Rhiannon whispers.
“Shut up ,” Agatha whispers back.
“Like anything’s going to happen .”
“Shut up! Concentrate.”
“This is just so stupid.”
“Rhiannon, if you don’t…”
I hear the whispering, but it’s like I hear the words second hand. I visualise one thing: picking up the can.
Breathe. Concentrate. Breathe. Concentrate. Breathe. Concentrate. Breathe…
My heart beating steady and slow, I breathe out at length and feel something reach out from within me.
Hmm. Interesting. I can see a silvery thread weaving its way through the air towards the can. When I read Rhiannon’s mind, I could only feel the tentacle. Now I’m trying to use it tangibly, I can see it. I wonder if there’s any significance to this, or if anyone else can see it. The thread caresses the can gently with translucent fingers, rocking it back and forth. Concentrating, I push harder. The thread reacts to the silent command and wraps its spidery tendrils around the can, harnessing it in a silver bridle. Smiling, I lift my eyes.
Rhiannon shrieks. “Holy shit! I thought you were kidding . What’s going on? What’s she doing?”
“Rhiannon?” Agatha breathes, her eyes locked on the can.
“Uh-huh.”
“Shut up.”
The can rises into the air. It tilts from side to side, revolving in mid air like a circus trapeze artist in slow motion.
“Are we doing that?”
Agatha rolls he r eyes. “No, idiot. She is.”
I tilt my head and the can pitches to the left. I nod and the can bobs up and down in the air.
“This is awesome ,” Agatha whispers, jumping to her feet. “Really awesome.”
I stand up and the can climbs higher into the air and bobs expectantly, waiting.
“Agatha, sit back down. I want to try something.”
I hold out my arms and start to spin. The can spins around me and everything else blurs into a mosaic of swirls and colours. Only the can remains clear, spinning though the air faster and faster. It circles me like a moon.
Spinning to a stop, I pause, letting the can still.
“Agatha. Catch.”
With one toss of my head, I send the can sweeping through the air.
Agatha reaches out, fumbling as she tries to make the catch. The can twists in her fingers and falls to the floor. She looks up, stricken.
I can’t help laughing. “It’s not a problem, Agatha .” My eyes lock onto the can and I lift it until it hovers in front of her.
Hmm. I can spin it and throw it. What else?
Sucking in a short breath, I reel it in, letting it rest inches in front of my face. I stare at it for a while, then I will the can to flatten. In a hail of squeaking and crunching, it forms into a rough, bumpy, disk.
“ Okey dokey,” I whisper under my breath. Spinning on my heel, I yank my head to the left and send it spinning through the air. As it gathers speed, a rumbling noise swells in my head. I push harder and launch it towards the furthest tree trunk in sight. It impales the bark like an arrow.
I walk towards the tree. With no surprise, I see that the can is firmly embedded in the trunk. I turn back to face the others and I shrug.
“I can run if I need to. I can read people’s thoughts, for what good it’ll do me, and I can fight back if I have to . I am getting the hang of these powers way quicker than I thought I
I push my knuckles into my eyes. I don’t know how much more of this I can take.
“Just look at the damn can, the both of you.”
I ignore them and focus on the can lying crumpled on the patchy grass. I block out every other sight and sound from my mind as I focus in on the can. I hear the sound of my heartbeat as I tune into my own rhythm, letting my breathing slow and deepen. It takes time, but I find my way to the calm place inside of me: the key.
Unaware of anything other than the can, I imagine myself reaching out my hand and picking it up.
“This is so stupid,” Rhiannon whispers.
“Shut up ,” Agatha whispers back.
“Like anything’s going to happen .”
“Shut up! Concentrate.”
“This is just so stupid.”
“Rhiannon, if you don’t…”
I hear the whispering, but it’s like I hear the words second hand. I visualise one thing: picking up the can.
Breathe. Concentrate. Breathe. Concentrate. Breathe. Concentrate. Breathe…
My heart beating steady and slow, I breathe out at length and feel something reach out from within me.
Hmm. Interesting. I can see a silvery thread weaving its way through the air towards the can. When I read Rhiannon’s mind, I could only feel the tentacle. Now I’m trying to use it tangibly, I can see it. I wonder if there’s any significance to this, or if anyone else can see it. The thread caresses the can gently with translucent fingers, rocking it back and forth. Concentrating, I push harder. The thread reacts to the silent command and wraps its spidery tendrils around the can, harnessing it in a silver bridle. Smiling, I lift my eyes.
Rhiannon shrieks. “Holy shit! I thought you were kidding . What’s going on? What’s she doing?”
“Rhiannon?” Agatha breathes, her eyes locked on the can.
“Uh-huh.”
“Shut up.”
The can rises into the air. It tilts from side to side, revolving in mid air like a circus trapeze artist in slow motion.
“Are we doing that?”
Agatha rolls he r eyes. “No, idiot. She is.”
I tilt my head and the can pitches to the left. I nod and the can bobs up and down in the air.
“This is awesome ,” Agatha whispers, jumping to her feet. “Really awesome.”
I stand up and the can climbs higher into the air and bobs expectantly, waiting.
“Agatha, sit back down. I want to try something.”
I hold out my arms and start to spin. The can spins around me and everything else blurs into a mosaic of swirls and colours. Only the can remains clear, spinning though the air faster and faster. It circles me like a moon.
Spinning to a stop, I pause, letting the can still.
“Agatha. Catch.”
With one toss of my head, I send the can sweeping through the air.
Agatha reaches out, fumbling as she tries to make the catch. The can twists in her fingers and falls to the floor. She looks up, stricken.
I can’t help laughing. “It’s not a problem, Agatha .” My eyes lock onto the can and I lift it until it hovers in front of her.
Hmm. I can spin it and throw it. What else?
Sucking in a short breath, I reel it in, letting it rest inches in front of my face. I stare at it for a while, then I will the can to flatten. In a hail of squeaking and crunching, it forms into a rough, bumpy, disk.
“ Okey dokey,” I whisper under my breath. Spinning on my heel, I yank my head to the left and send it spinning through the air. As it gathers speed, a rumbling noise swells in my head. I push harder and launch it towards the furthest tree trunk in sight. It impales the bark like an arrow.
I walk towards the tree. With no surprise, I see that the can is firmly embedded in the trunk. I turn back to face the others and I shrug.
“I can run if I need to. I can read people’s thoughts, for what good it’ll do me, and I can fight back if I have to . I am getting the hang of these powers way quicker than I thought I
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