‘Yeah the fists of fire thing is quite cool. Really cool; and I have to say, it’s pretty useful too.’

‘So, what were your first memories of having a ‘superpower’?

‘Well Lacey, Uncle Frank has never forgiven me for burning down his shed when I was four; so I’ll go with that. Sorry Unc!’

‘Ahahaha. A lovely story. Hey, you doing anything later?’

‘I am now Lacey, or should I say we are.’

‘But I’m a hairbrush and this isn’t happening!’


Harry sat on his bed looking glum. Slipping from his grasp, Lacey fell to the floor by his foot.

 ©DJA 2016



From the Compendium of One Hundred Word Stories