Everyone has power. In their right hand. Flowers bloom, water splashes. Little magic. Sweet magic. Snap your fingers and it is.

Until he is born. He has no magic.
Snap. Nothing.

He grows older.
Snap. Nothing.

He looks at his left hand. It shakes.
It’s Sinister, he knows.
Snap. BOOM.

Breanna is an amateur writer and lover of tall tales and anything that has a hint of fantasy.