Chapter Eighteen
The Day My Powers Returned
We were eating pizza, Jill and Jackie on the couch and
me on a folding chair, watching That 70s Show on the TV. It was, incidentally, the last time we got
food delivered. The bong was loaded with
a hit and ready. Beer cans were
scattered about the coffee table, circling a deck of Tarot cards and the ashtray.
I took a big bite of my pie and a slice of pepperoni
fell from the drooping cheese towards the floor.
Everything froze.
I looked around me. Jackie and
Jill didn’t move. The TV was frozen
static. The pepperoni was hovering in
the air just below the pizza from whence it originated. I grabbed it.
Tossed it back into my mouth. Finished
the pizza. Ran to the fridge and grabbed
a beer and downed it. And another. Ran to my childhood home outside of Baltimore. Ran back.
Ran to Barcelona. Ran back.
That was the first nanosecond. The feeling of joy was boundless inside of
me. I thought being able to walk again
was an amazing feeling. It was nothing
compared to this. Compared to the
speed. I was enveloped by the Velocity
Field. It was like coming home again.
It was all so natural and perfect. Clarity was right. My powers had returned. I still didn’t remember anything though,
which was disappointing.
(c) Copyright 2019 Diana Hignutt
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