A Fantasy Flash
Simon concentrated on the words. They had to be just right,
perfect. The ink flowed from his pen as it floated a few inches above the
magenta tissue. There that’s it, and now to fold, to create. Silently he
mouthed the spell and the butterfly began to take form. He had watched a
Japanese master once form an intricate butterfly out of a single sheet of
paper. He closed his eyes and dredged through his memories, remembering the
lines. He smiled as he opened his eyes and the butterfly sat in front him, its
wings quivering, awaiting his next instruction.
Jennifer sat by herself in the corner of the cafeteria. Tonight was prom and still no invitation. She was crazy to believe that Simon was interested in her - especially as her magic was so commonplace. He could have his pick of any witch here, why would he choose her? But still she caught herself looking over at his table. He appeared to be concentrating on something. Lost in whatever crazy creative spell he was working on.
Simon raised his wand and slowly the butterfly rose through the air. All around the cafeteria there was a sudden hush as the students watched the flight of the magenta butterfly as it circled the room and finally fluttered onto Jennifer’s plate.
Jennifer gazed at it in awe. She held her breath as it started to unfold, until at last she could see the words written in beautiful copperplate letters:
“Mr. Simon Black requests the pleasure of Miss Jennifer Meeks to accompany him this evening to Salem High Spring Prom.”
With trembling hands, Jennifer took out her pen and wrote a single word, “yes”. Instantly the butterfly reformed and fluttered over to Simon’s table. Simon read the word and smiled at Jennifer who nodded. It was going to be perfect, she thought.