A piece of flash fiction for you today, I hope you enjoy…
There was that time when Margie bent the spoon because the ice cream in the carton was so hard, and her eyes opened huge as sunflowers at the astonishment of her ability to bend metal, and then her astonishment transformed into concern over Everett’s reaction, as she figured it would be anger.
“Don’t worry,” Everett said with a shrug, “it’s just an old spoon.”
And they laughed together at the arc of the spoon’s handle, that severe curve that looked impossible, but possible in a Salvador Dali painting–possibly one with clocks melting over clouds on fire.
“This reminds me,” Margie said with a spoonful of cookie dough ice cream, “of the people who can bend things and move things with their minds.”
So they decided to try it, both of them staring at the spoon, laser beams practically shooting from their eyeballs, squinting as if reacting from searing sunlight. But they couldn’t get the handle to bend back to its original position. The spoon didn’t even twitch.
“That’s not going to work,” Everett said.
“Okay. Instead, let’s try to read each other’s minds.”
“If we couldn’t get a spoon to move, how can we read minds?”
He shrugged. “It’s worth a try. I’ll think of a number, from one to twenty. And you try to figure out what it is. Okay?”
“Okay. You ready?”
Everett stared at her. “How’d you know?”
“Dunno,” Margie said with a shrug. “It just felt right.”
That was when Everett knew she’d eventually become his girlfriend, and he ate a spoonful of cookie dough ice cream to celebrate.