Aside from writing a blog a day for the month of January for the Ultimate Blog Challenge, I am trying to commit to one short story a week. This is the first product of that project. It’s tentatively titled, “A Witch’s Smart Phone Powers”. You can find the prompt here.
Adie had been looking forward to this moment for months. She had packed her clothes a week in advance and left the lid of the red messenger bag open. It was fun to gaze inside it occasionally, and imagine being in a new town. Most innkeepers offer cheap room and board to visiting young witches. Oh, Adie hoped she could live in an inn with a flower garden. Or a small park. Maybe she should have done some more research.
“Adeline, are you getting ready?” Her mother knocked on the door before pushing it open slightly. “Oh Adeline, your hair!”
Adie reached a hand up to pat the frizzy, blonde mess that existed on top of her head. She chagrinned. “Oh, I’ll be ready after I brush that.”
“Your clothes?” her mother asked, crossing her arms across her chest.
“I packed them!” Adie replied cheerily.
“Your new boots?”
“I’m wearing them!” Adie exclaimed, standing up and kicking a leg out to show the black boots off.
“Your satchel? And your broom?” her mother asked.
“They are right there, mom, don’t you see them?”
Her mother smiled. “I suppose I do. But I think you are still forgetting something.”
Adie looked at her mother with a perplexed expression on her face. Forgot something? That was impossible. She had packed everything a week in advance. Her eyes darted around the bedroom, and back to her mother. She was wearing her apron, the one she liked to wear when she was baking.
“Is it cookies?” Adie asked, a hopeful smile on her face.
“Yes and no,” her mother chuckled. She reached into the pocket of her white apron and pulled out a small, black device the size of her hand. “We have a gift for you.”
Adie walked over and carefully picked it up. She turned it over in her hand, and the screen came to life. Her eyes lit up. “A cell phone?” she asked, her voice teeming with excitement. “So we can talk?”
“It’s more than that,” her mother said, with a laugh. “It’s a smartphone.”
“What makes it smart?” Adie asked, managing to unlock the phone with a guided swipe of her thumb. She had never had a cell phone, and was excited. She had been “too young” for one until now, and she had always gotten by with her witch’s powers; she could use a pendulum to find where to go, or an item lost in her room. It worked even better if she used maps. She was really good at it. It was one of the services she wanted to offer people once she got to a new town.
“Well, several things. You can browse the internet, if you’re connected,” her mother explained. “You can call us, and message us. You can find your location on a map, and look up how to get somewhere. Like a restaurant, or an inn. You-”
“Wait,” Adie interrupted. “Phones can tell you where something is, or where to go?”
“That’s right,” her mother replied, nodding.
“This is a disaster!” Adie groaned, staring at the phone in her hand. “What am I supposed to do? This phone does everything I can.”
“I’m sure you’ll think of something,” her mother said, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Besides, I’m sure there many things you can find that a phone can’t. And you, Adeline, are irreplaceable.”