Lucky Penny (word vomit)

“I wonder why they went bankrupt.” John said causally leaning against the desk while Sue was sweeping up the office.
“I wouldn’t know..” She was busy, and bothered by this lazy flirt. “But their loss is our gain. I love this office space.”
“Oh look, a penny! Is it heads up?”
Trying to keep her eye roll from being noticed, she picked it up.
“Yes, and it’s pretty old.”
She put it in her pocket for convenience and completely forgot about it until hours later, when she was home with her son.
“Hey Jacob, I got an old penny for you! It’s good luck.”
She instructed her son to do his homework while she was cooking.
Something in class that day made Jacob think to look up that penny online. He was only seven, but he was an intelligent child. And he had grown up with technology all his life.
Using the family tablet, he read off the date of the penny into the voice search.
“Hey mom, what’s this mean?”
“What are you…”
She stopped when she saw what the penny was worth.
Ironic that the businessmen or women who dropped it had taken advantage of the bit of copper. It could have possibly saved them from bankruptcy, prohibiting Sue from claiming the space, and instantly becoming a multi-billionaire.
She would never have to work again, unless she chose to.

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Magic’s Kryptonite

Rikki tugged on a red curl, sitting in the silent car. Her relationship with her cousin wasn’t bad.. they considered each other close friends, sister-like even.. but their parents had despised each other. Growing up around that was difficult to overcome. But now they had to.

They were the last of their families. They had no one else.

“Are you excited?” Viv asked trying to ease the tension, glaceing at her cousin.

“You know I enjoy being the center of attention..”

“Which is ironic since you hate it when people notice you.”

“What life is worth living if it isn’t a little ironic?”

“Like the fact that you’re in a play as Juliet and your mortal enemy is playing Romeo.”

“It’s an easy thing to turn hatred into passion. They’re both raw emotions.”

Vivienne stopped the car at the school and put it in park. They were early.

“Why do you hate Ben?” Vivienne asked.

“Honestly I don’t have the best reason. It started in kindergarten when he tripped me in the classroom. I face planted and forever accused him of doing it on purpose.”

Vivienne sighed. “You need to learn to forgive. Besides, he’s really friggin cute.”

“If you’re into Green Day, maybe..”

Vivienne looked at the palms of her hands and closed her eyes. The car grew colder, and ice started to form right above her right palm.. in the shape of a heart. It was smaller than an quarter.

“How did you…” Vivienne outstretched her hand toward her cousin. The ice wasn’t actually touching anything.

“Magic is held back when we refuse to grow. Our parents hated each other and refused to let their grudge go. They were the best druids according to the community at the time – yet they were the weakest in battle, and as a result.. they were the first to die..”

Rikki tore her eyes from the ice to see the pain in Vivienne’s curiously blue eyes. Normally, her eyes were brown. Rikki picked up the ice, and it turned into sand in her fingers.

“Pain is one thing. Harness it. Hate is another thing.. It’s a useless waste of head space.”

Later, stage right and all dressed up in costume, Rikki paced back and forth. Letting go of years of useless hate felt impossible. And would Ben even accept an apology.. She’d been pretty horrible to him over useless shit throughout the years.

She was staring at her feet, and ended up slamming into another human being causing her to lose balance and fall on her butt.

Ben really did look similar to Green Day, with messy dark hair and eyeliner. But now she didn’t just see the annoying little boy from kindergarten, but she saw a handsome young man around her age. Subtle blue eyes, a strong chin, and a sparkle in his eyes. She felt shock echo through her bones.

He halted, turned around, noticed it was her.. and his face changed from upset to sympathy. “I am so sorry Rikki.. I’m sure I didn’t see where I was going..” He extended his hand.

Rikki just sat there staring at him with her jaw nearly touching the floor. She felt the anger swell and immediately squashed it. Time to grow up and put kindergarten behind her.

She grabbed his hand, and stood while shaking out her dress.

“No, it was my fault.” She cleared her throat and tried not to meet his eyes, but somehow she got caught up in his whirlpool and they just stood there awkwardly, back stage.

“Well this is different.” He smiled, genuinely, and Rikki nearly melted. “Whatever you changed, it looks good on you. See you out there.”

And with that, he was gone. And Rikki, for once, was at a loss of words.

Jessi’s first..

It was noon. Jessi’s husband was out at work and her toddler was napping. She was waiting on a friend to message her back.. a very cute friend.

Her husband refused to move further than five minutes away from his parents, which happened to land them on a Christian college campus. And since he refused to teach her to drive or let her see her parents who were willing to, she had to walk everywhere in town.

She’d met Lance on the way back from getting groceries. He was tall, fair-haired, and looked like he belonged on a surfboard instead of the middle of Hell, Texas.

That day, he helped her carry her bags to her husbands house. Her daughter really took a liking to him. He fast became a good friend of hers, and she eventually told him all the truths of her husbands abuse.

She knew she was becoming attached to Lance, and she felt he liked her too.. But divorce was highly out of the question unless she could support herself, or find a man who could take on the challenge of a woman and her child.

She knew it was wrong to think about.. but she wanted it to be Lance.

They had been flirting.. and he promised to call when he was alone in his room for lunch.. around noon.

Finally, Lance did more than messaged her back. He called.

“Hey Lance..”

“Hey beautiful. How was your morning?”

“Productive! How were your classes?”

“Boring. I kept thinking about you, and calling you this afternoon.. God, you’re so beautiful. That jerk of a husband doesn’t know what treasure he has.”

She blushed. She’d never flirted over the phone before, but she felt she needed to go to her room.

Before she knew it, he was telling her all kinds of sweet nothings and her body felt hot. She had never felt so.. turned on.

She told him how he made her feel.. and he felt the same toward her. He even told her that thinking about her made his phallus swell.

“Touch yourself..” She said softly, almost out of breath.

“You too..”

“I’ve.. never..”

“I’m stroking myself thinking about your sweet kisses.”

She moaned as she slowly ran her hand down to her panties. She let her hand slip beneath the thin fabric and rub the mound

“Oh Jessi..”

She rubbed one spot, right above her slit. She thought of him kissing her neck, undressing her, kissing further and further down.

She didn’t know what it would feel like to be kissed here.

“Put your fingers inside..”

“Oh Lance I’ve never..”

“Think about me..”

“Okay..” She was shaking. She had never felt this good before, and she was scared of feeling even better.

She had never enjoyed sex with her husband, but just talking to Lance made her feel good.. and he was showing her how to feel good by herself.

Her fingers felt warm inside. It was a strange sensation but she couldn’t stop.

“Oh God Lance..”

“Jessi.. go slow right now..”

“I don’t want to..”

He let out a deep throat chuckle. “Okay.. then go faster.. you’re about to make me cum..”

“I think.. I think I..”

She let out a loud moan and tried to be quiet as the muscles in her vagina started to pulse around her fingers.

“Lance, I think I just came..”

“Good timing.. I did too.”

magic runs in the family

Rikki stretched on the floor and waved her hand. With a small splash, a bubble of water rose from her glass. Feeling cheeky, she beckoned with her index finger and the water floated toward her lips.

“You are the laziest, cousin. I hope you don’t do that in public.” Vivienne rolled her eyes. Being older, she felt in charge and often took that to heart. Sometimes even a little far.

“Me? I would never. Honestly, when would I be so foolish?”

“When Ben gets on your nerves.” Vivienne replied instantly. Then with a smirk, “Like that time when the soda fountain mysteriously exploded in his direction.”

“That wasn’t me.”

“Yes, it was.”

“You can’t prove it was me.”

Vivienne shook her head and waved her own hand to manipulate the smoke from the incense. She liked to create images in the smoke. Today she felt like practicing the details. Just for fun, she choose a wolf and the image slowly emerged in wispy form.

Rikki and Vivienne were born into a family of druids. They had the ability to control nature, including the weather, the elements and sometimes animals. Even more infrequently was the ability to manipulate other humans.

Growing up, they were taught science, astrology, philosophy, history, astronomy, mathematics, science, divination.. Being a druid is not all fun and games. Druidism is knowledge. A desire to know, and to be, that has been passed down through the generations.

Their favorite pet, Tagger, currently a black cat, jumped on Rikki which made her squeal and drop her concentration. The result was a splash of water in her face.

“UGH!” Tagger started clawing her stomach as if giving a massage. Rikki sat up on her elbows, glaring at her pet. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you.”

“Oh please,” Vivienne chuckled. “You weren’t paying attention.

“He’s evil.”

“He’s a cat. Your cat.”

“If he’s evil he got it from you.”

“Yes, that makes total sense.” Vivienne gave up on her wolf with a frustrated wave, and glared at her younger cousin. “Your pet picked up the trait for evil from me.”

“How’s my makeup?”

“Over done, slightly wet.”

“Bitch. Are you about ready?”

“Waiting on you, slut.”

They stared at eachother until  the giggled bubbled out.

Jessi: Everyday like clockwork

Jessi stretched, her back weary from standing. She had been working in the kitchen for four hours, only taking a break long enough to scarf down a plate of food.

She stretched her neck, rubbing a sore spot with her hand, still red and wet from the scorching water.

“I sure hate that our dishwasher broke down.” She said into the other room where her husband sat in his lazyboy, his laptop on his lap, with the TV on, and  turtle beechs over his ears. He hadn’t heard a word she said.

He never heard her, and he never would. Sometimes he just didn’t want to listen. But mostly it was his upbringing; how his father treated his mother.

He glanced up at her and noticed she was looking at him. Naturally, this created a signal in his lazy brain that made him pick up his soda in it’s cozy and shake it in her direction, with no emotion anywhere on his face.

Translation: He wasn’t going to get up. And he expected her to do it for him.

She shook her head, half pissed at him for being a lazy ungrateful pea-brain of a man, half pissed at herself for her inability to tell him no. Fear does many things to a person.

She continued to chastise herself on the short jot to the fridge. The cans were cold now, not that he would notice or thank her.. but if she were to bring him a warm soda, she would definitely hear about it.

She took it to the living room, removed the old soda from the can cozy and placed the new one in. She even opened the can for him. When she turned to walk away, he grabbed her wrist. This is how her wrists turn black and blue, she thought with a shudder. All it was to him was a simple silent plea for more babying. With his other hand, he was holding out his plate. Plastered on his face was a huge fake grin.

Translation: He wanted more, he wanted it now, he certainly wasn’t going to do it himself.

She grabbed the plate and rubbed the wrist he had grabbed.. then the small of her back. She ached from working all day. Cleaning, or trying to, while keeping a toddler happy, learning, and well fed wasn’t as easy as he made it out to be.

He didn’t care to see it from her perspective.

She threw away the can on her way back to the fridge. Her famous Meatloaf, made from scratch. It took her an hour and a half to make. Not that he noticed, or appreciated her effort. She had even walked a mile to the store for the last of the ingredients. He had been too ‘busy’ to drive, too stubborn to teach her how to drive.

She noticed the meatloaf was still warm to the touch as she sliced a large-enough helping out of her Tupperware dish. Certainly this would be enough..

She brought it back to him. He didn’t even look at her. He made her stand there as he slowly moved the laptop to the table to his left, eyes glued to the TV the entire while, finally taking the plate.

No thank you. No appreciation. Not even a smile.

Jessi sighed and went back to the kitchen. She put the meatloaf away, took the trash bag out of the house to the can on the curb, and went back to those damn dishes.

After a while, the little hairs on the back of her neck started standing on end. Suddenly she felt him behind her, trying to kiss on her neck.

“Stop, I have work to do.”

“You should have been done with this shit before I got home!”

“I’ve been working on it –”

“Bullshit. It should be done by now. I’m going to bed. You better not stay up!”

“Alright.. I’ll be there there in minute.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

With a grunt, he disappeared down the hall. Jessi wasn’t sure which outcome he wanted more.. the dishes to get finished, or her to come to bed. Either way, she knew she would end up in trouble. 

She organized the sink so it appeared like she had accomplished more than she truly had, and finished cleaning the larger items, also helping her minimize the appearance of dish clutter. Then she started into the darkened hallway, knowing what awaited her at the end of it.