A Very Short Tale of Priorities

             Joan stared with intensity at the plant, as she had all day, willing it to disappear.  Her mind was clear, ready for the final step—the magic.  She cracked her knuckles and closed her eyes.  Raising her hands, Joan said the incantation.  She waited, then opened one eye.  She sighed; nothing had happened.  Walking over, she picked up the plant and tossed it in the compost.  After all, in a world of books and chocolate, she had better things to do. 

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