Excerpt from my Novel, Currently Titled Skillet Blow to the Head
In this scene, the narrator gives her young protege something magical, in a box.
“There’s nothing there!” she complained.
“Look again,” I said. She peered into the box. Then closed her eyes and pressed on them with her fingertips before looking into the silver box again. She shook her head, and I saw her lips wordlessly form the word No.
“Maybe you shouldn’t look so hard.”
“Like one of those magic pictures?” she asked. Her eyes seemed to go a little soft towards the page. She would see it very soon.
“I guess. I could never get those to work.”