With a flick of my finger by Jack Eason

Fiction ShortStories Writing

With a flick of my finger

No one witnessed a youth disappearing towards the heavens, never to be seen again. The house far below that he had broken into minutes earlier looked just like any other in suburbia. Except for one tiny detail. I live in it! No one enters my tiny part of the world without my express invitation!

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