Marco found a magic pencil only he could use. Everything he wrote happened—to others. Broke and desperate, he started a nightclub act, scribbling audience members’ desires.
“A million dollars!”
“Make me beautiful!”
Greedy people. They didn’t deserve any of it.
Gripping the pencil, Marco wrote, “The audience disappears.”
Joanne R. Fritz lives in West Chester, PA. Her short fiction and poetry have appeared in various magazines. She blogs at My Brain on Books.