1 May 2020 - 15 Minute Fiction Friday
Jenzo sat cross-legged and impatient, moving his hands stupidly, willing for something to happen whilst ‘connecting with his environment’.
“Be at one with it all,” she had said. “Be at one with it, and it will come to you.”
As anger and impatience boiled up, he found his mind wandering back to his mother – taken, murdered – and felt an insatiable rage and then… he was not sure.
He felt heat rushing between his outstretched hands, an intense birthing of power. This was not how she had said it would happen, should happen even, but it felt good. It felt right.