Short Story: A Cloudy Day

It’s a cloudy day.

In his living room.

“Look dad, I made clouds,” his daughter says as she happily waves her wand (where did she get that?). The white clouds immediately darken and rain all over the living room.

“Oops?”

He watches their electronics spark and sputter under the sudden downpour, and quietly crosses out the weekend getaway he was going to surprise his wife with.

Well, that’s one way to find out his father isn’t the last mage in the family.

~End~

 

Genre: fantasy, slice of life, family

 

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