Tristan glanced back over his shoulder. Good. She hadn’t caught up yet. A bit of spit on his hands, a bit of blood mixed in, and a bit of sweat for good measure. He began laying out the justification.

Humans were like stone in that they were solid. A body was like a cup in that it contained water. Life, like water, was able to take many forms without losing its essential qualities.

Turning his enemy into a cup would be easy enough, and leaving her alive was just a bonus. He began to gesture, but failed to notice the root below him.

Avoid accidental magic, kids.

Prompt: Accidental

(Prose Challenge – Write a story in exactly 107 words about an accident.)


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