“So you can do it at will?” Why I had agreed to meet a potential employer outside a warehouse and to be interviewed while sitting in his car, I’ll never know. But beggars can’t be choosers. I nodded, since I was shallow breathing; the man smelled of old cigars and nondescript halitosis. “Let’s see it.”
“Do you want just me or me and the car?” I figured I’d show off a little if he was up for it. “Or me, you, and the car?” His eyebrows shot up and I did it. We vanished and reappeared across town; I took him to the wharf, a place I figured he would be well-acquainted. As usual, he looked a little green around the gills. “The nausea will pass in a second; it always happens the first time.
“Wonderful! Incredible!” He gasped as he looked around. “This is exactly what I needed. Now, can you put us into somewhere?”
“Tell me where. But first,” I paused to get us and the car back to our starting point. “Okay, now.” He gave me an address and we were there. I didn’t like the darkness and after he padded around quietly, examined items on the desk (and pocketed a couple), and looked out the window with a smile, I brought us back to the parked Cadillac. “Satisfactory?”
“When can you start?” He asked breathlessly.
I’ve never been one who desired to be nefarious in my comings and goings, but I decided to write this little tale of sneak for the Daily Post pixies, who demanded that we
You have a secret superpower: the ability to appear and disappear at will. When and where will you use this new superpower? Tell us a story.
By the way, does Nightcrawler have a sister? Oh, that’s who I’d be…