“Damn it.” The grape bounced off the rim of the glass and rolled towards his companion.
“Failed attempt number 541, but hey, lucky number 542, right?”
“Shut up. Just pass it to me.”
His companion turned her gaze to the grape and willed it to somersault through the air, landing with a soft plop on the table in front of him.
“Show off.” Ignoring her smirk, he scrunched his eyes at the grape, his mind envisioning nothing except the image of it floating. The grape in front of him wobbled, and then began to hover above the table.
“The key is to concentrate, not to look like you’re constipated.”
“Shut—ah, damn it!” His hooves kicked the table in frustration, knocking the glass over and drowning the grape in water. “I can’t do it in this stupid cow body! Turn me back into a human!”
“Your body doesn’t matter, only your mind. You’re never going to master telekinesis if you don’t understand that. Now, let’s get this grape to belly-flop into the water. Lucky number 543.”
© Jade M. Wong
I’m still having trouble describing supernatural powers and writing fantasy, but it’s a genre I love and want to improve in, so practice makes perfect right?