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