by Bryce Kenn
What you do with your life is all you. Flash fiction.
|Anne was turning 16. She was excited about this, but she thought the idea of "sweet sixteen" to be repulsive, some expectation that she should be finding a husband as if finding a husband would somehow define her as a person. What a narrow-minded bunch of crap! What it meant for Anne was she could now strike off on her own and have her own adventures like her other family members.
The first place she would go would be to visit Great-Great-Grandma Agatha. Almost everyone assumed her to be dead. Anne knew better. She had been receiving letters from her, letters with pictures of the places she had been very recently. Agatha looked like she was half of her 120 plus years. Anne found her still living on her own in rural northern Italy.
"I've been expecting you, Anne."
"It's so good to finally meet you."
"You knew that I summoned you here."
"Yeah, I felt it."
Agatha waved her hand and an entire high-tea appeared. "Have some tea with me."
"I wanted to give you something," Agatha continued. "I have been waiting for generations until a woman with The Magic came along. That person is you. Others only dream of the things you will do. Please open your gift." A small package appeared. Inside was a large pearl that gave off its own light. "This pearl is really just symbolic, to let you know that you are special. What you do with your life is all you."
Anne gazed at it in wonder. "So the legends I've heard are because you have The Magic?"
"Yes, my sweet grandchild, and so do you."
Anne's imagination went into overdrive as she considered the possibilities.
As if reading her mind, Agatha mused, "If only I could turn back time."