Friday Fictioneers: Concentration
by Eena
I stared. The Tupperware stared right back. Vaguely I felt cold beads of sweat trickle down my neck, sticking my damp shirt into place. A dull rhythmic throbbing began at the back of my head.
The body is only a vessel, I repeat to myself.
Still the Tupperware wouldn’t budge. The subject was too heavy for today.
I shifted my gaze to the yellowing ticket beside it. Vision narrowing, all else became a blur: it was me and the paper, the paper and me.
Ever so subtly, its letters started to shift.
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The photo above is owned by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
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HER SANTOSHA 
That’s some serious powers of concentration!
hello Dawn! oh yes, if only i could master it!
Dear Eena,
Immersed in your story, I stare at the screen and command words to appear. I fail and turn once more to the keys in order to tell you how good it is.
Aloha,
Doug
Dear Eena,
Kudos for thinking waaaaay outside the box. In fact you may have moved the box with your mind. Well done.
shalom,
Rochelle
Hi Rochelle. We each trace our own lines that limit the mind as I’m sure you know 🙂 Thanks for your response!
I could have looked at that prompt all day and not linked it to telekinesis. Full marks for original thought and for executing it so well.
That’s the just the thing.. I kept staring at the prompt and was distracted by such variety I couldn’t help myself. Thank you so much!
It takes a lot to hone a power… good one 🙂
Yes, mostly practice, practice, and more practice. Thanks Jeyna!