“Oh goodness! Oh goodness!” I zoomed around my purple plastic Barbie doll house, frantically flapping. I had to get a grip! Sighing, I stopped. “It doesn’t fit!” My foot still hurt from kicking the dresser earlier, but I kicked it again anyway. “Ow ow ow ow…” It’s time to go talk to Verdia.
“… and so I was putting on my favorite purple dress, and it didn’t fit!! I ripped a seam and it was way to short!! What do I do Verdia?” I sighed yet again, and chugged my double chocolate caramel espresso.
Verdia bit her lip in thought as she scrubbed the thimble she was cleaning. “Have you noticed any new… uh… abilities lately?” she asked.
“Oh yeah! They are so cool! Watch!” I backed up to shoot the wall.
“WAIT!! Chrys…,” she winced and I knew she was remembering the last, shall we say, incident.
I crossed my arms and scowled. “I don’t always blow up things!” Of course something had to fizzle and pop loudly.
Verdia glared. “Outside. Now.” She grabbed my arm and tugged me out.
Once outside, Verdia pointed to the farthest tree. “Show me.”
I winced. Verdia can be… blunt sometimes. “Fine,” I huffed. I had to concentrate. Hard.
“Any day now!” Verdia said, exasperated.
I glared at her now. “Don’t rush perfection!” Concentration finally enveloped me. Oh, think warm thoughts! I thought to myself. And then, the tree burst to flame.
“Uh Chrys…!!!” Verdia was panicking.
I should have known this would happen. “Shush!! I’m not done yet!” One wave of my hand extinguished the flame. The poor tree looked so sad and worn out. I flew over with Verdia hesitantly following behind. “Let’s make it happy again, shall we?”
Verdia thought for a moment then cautiously nodded.
I smiled warmly, and lightly tapped the tree, now, it blossomed with life. Color seeped back into its blackened branches, new buds bloomed a fiery red, and leaves uncurled revealing a bright true green. “Better?” I flashed a grin at a wide-eyed, pale, open-mouth Verdia.
She managed to recover herself quickly though, and smoothed her dress and cleared her throat before quietly saying, “I think I know why your dress won’t fit.”