High in her tower, the witch wove her hands over the dark crystal globe. Smoke swirled and gathered. Her grey eyes glimmered as the image of her hungering desire took form.

A deluxe cheeseburger and cola.

The globe flashed green, and the image became an hourglass. Ten minutes, it showed.

Michael B. Keane is a London-based writer. He dabbles in poetry and short speculative fiction.