New Socks

Keith’s new socks were blue. They were black. They were turquoise, they were grey, they were white, they were green.

What Keith’s new socks WEREN’T was magic. And magic was all that matters in a world of fairies and trolls and goblins and dragons.

Keith was about 97% sure that he knew a spell he could perform, though.

Using a discarded wand of his brother’s, Keith leaned over his new socks, chanting, “Bippity, bibbity, bokks. Take these non-magic socks. Make them new, and magic in them imbue.”

Keith’s new socks glowed. They floated. They fizzed and popped a bit.

And then they stopped. Everything.

Keith excitedly pulled on his new socks. “Boppity, bokkity, bork. Did my magic work?”

Nothing happened. Nothing glowed, nothing floated, nothing fizzed, nothing popped.

Keith was sorely disappointed.

THE END