A Very Short Tale of Priorities
Joan stared with intensity at the red petals of a plant, as she had all day, willing them 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; yet again, 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.