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Speakeasy 167 – Table Turner

25 Jun

Turner could change things, she could will things to happen and she could, to some extent, change the past. But everything she did came with a price: the twin towers were hit when she saved her parents and little brother from a car crash they had died in, her neighbour died of a heart attack when she stopped a burglar from coming into her house and shooting her in fear trying to get away and she found a dead pigeon on her doorstep the day she undid the entire day and came back to the morning. The retribution was always disproportionate and unpredictable. That’s what made it so dangerous.
Turner was 25 years old though her mind was young and heavy. She would twitch her ear if she was annoyed by something or other and she lived alone in one of those big square bins except this one was stuck for everyone else who tried to open it an it was bigger on the inside. That had cost her three dead cats and a cholera outbreak somewhere in Africa. But she had stopped caring. That was the last time she’d used her “powers”, that sacred “gift”…
She lived scavenging the nearby bins and pickpocketing to buy the food she couldn’t get scavenging. She had ten water bottles she’d fill up at fountains. She had everything she wanted: a quiet life, where no-one would bother her. On the contrary, they seemed to avoid her.
Then she met Sam. She was sitting in the street with her back against the wall, enjoying people not talking to her, walking past fast, swerving to avoid her, even going so far as to cross the street. That’s when Sam came. He was ten years old. A street urchin, starving to death. He was the only one to come near her, to nestle against her, to not mind the smell and the absence of money or decency. And she fell in love.
She showed him her home, she taught him to scavenge and pick pockets and beg. Then she showed him other things, she only wanted him to be happy and she never thought her curse would actually affect her.
And it didn’t. But Sam got hit by a truck. She brought him back to life, but Sam was never the same again.

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Posted by on 25 June 2014 in Banzaï, Speakeasy

 

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18 responses to “Speakeasy 167 – Table Turner

  1. moonbear42

    26 June 2014 at 00:27

    Wow – what the imagination! I wonder how Turner felt after using her powers again…

     
    • imab00kworm

      26 June 2014 at 09:57

      Thanks 🙂
      She must’ve felt bad when it hurt Sam 😦

       
  2. jannatwrites

    26 June 2014 at 04:54

    Wow, this was such an intriguing story! That would be a scary power to have – especially with the unpredictable repercussions. It was selfless to save Sam even though she might experience something unpleasant as a result.

     
    • jannatwrites

      26 June 2014 at 04:55

      Or maybe it was more for selfish reasons (to have a friend)… but still it was cool she did it 🙂

       
      • imab00kworm

        26 June 2014 at 10:01

        I don’t know, she didn’t mind being alone but she could be selfish… My stories kind of have a life of their own sometimes ^.^’

         
    • imab00kworm

      26 June 2014 at 09:59

      Oh the things you do for love… and I mean all kinds of love, we can go to great lengths for those we care about. Thanks for reading and commenting 🙂

       
  3. Jen

    26 June 2014 at 11:36

    a blessing and a curse all rolled into one. Nice!

     
  4. Bastet

    26 June 2014 at 14:59

    This is quite a story … you’ve shown once again that you have a really great imagination. So sad though that her gift was also her curse, but there is something karmic about that and seems to be just the way it should be. A shame she forgot the price to pay for her powers and Sam was changed forever.

     
    • imab00kworm

      26 June 2014 at 15:04

      Thanks for the praise and yes, she should’ve been more careful. But think hard, what would you really have done in her place? Honestly I might have ended up the way she did though I hope I could have done the more honourable thing and just never use said powers.

       
  5. Suzanne

    26 June 2014 at 19:45

    What a tough gift to be saddled with. Great take on the prompts! 🙂

     
  6. innatejames

    26 June 2014 at 20:40

    Ooo, love the idea of karma you’ve given your heroine. Turns her power from a gratuitous plot device into a heavily-weighed decision. Nice work!

     
    • imab00kworm

      26 June 2014 at 20:46

      Thanks, nothing is ever simple in real life (but then again people don’t have that kind of power in real life :/ )…
      Except that, some people do have that power but they usually know the consequences, for example: you can give away free samples of powdered milk to uneducated women in Africa, they’ll use them but then be unable to make milk so you’d be making a profit but because of that people would loose all their money and eventually die. So in real life people do get that power along with the responsibility that goes with it.
      Anyway thanks for commenting and reading my ramblings 🙂

       
  7. Brian Benoit

    27 June 2014 at 02:46

    Ah, intriguing concept, and you carried it off well! She must live a lonely life, but the unpredictability of her power sure makes for entertaining reading. Good one!

     
  8. Abhilasha S.

    1 July 2014 at 08:23

    What a story! and a wonderful imagination.

     

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