‘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
The Angry Farmer 