A Trick or Two Page 2
by John Novotny
"Will you hold that fire iron out at arm's length?"
Jesse walked wonderingly to the fireplace, picked up the poker, and held it out. Laura raised a long slender forefinger and pointed at the brass tool; and in Jesse's hand the poker became pliable, soft, and wilted like wax before a flame. He stared at it in horror.
"Jesse," Laura said. "I discovered my trick long ago."
