The stick

Maddie approached the stick, fascinated. It had just been left, jutting out of a snow drift, glowing softly – as if it wanted to be noticed. She picked it up and shook it.

Snow started to fall, gently at first, then faster – snowflakes whirling under the street lights. Maddie laughed, delighted. She waved the stick like a conductor’s baton, wanting more snow, but it stopped almost immediately.

She shook the stick again: snow. Waved it: no snow.

She tried over and over again. It worked every time.

Maddie grinned. She was going to have a lot of fun with this…

Photo prompt by Dale Rogerson. 100 words of flash fiction For Rochelle, at Friday Fictioneers. 

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41 thoughts on “The stick

  1. I really loved this and found your snow stick so creative.
    You need to work out how to clone that magical stick quick smart. You’d making a killing them selling them here in Australia. It’s the peak of Summer here and the heat’s so intense.
    Best wishes,
    Rowena

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