“Action is to you.”
The words cut through the constant slosh-slosh of the paddle wheels and several sets of eyes turn to you. A waft of smoke burns your lungs as the wind shifts across the open-aired deck of the S.S Katrina.
You turn your head, burying a fit of coughs into your fist; wiping the spittle from your palm against your chest when the fire subsides. You suppress a smirk as good fortune finds your hand dramatically improved.
A click by your ear precedes the metallic pressure against skull.
“Those fingers really do fly, don’t they?”
This week’s prompt: “Fingers that fly” – Why not join the 99-word Carrot Ranch Challenge yourself?