By Brenda Anderson
To be accepted as Master Magicians, we have to create a boiled egg from trees, in an hour. No tricks. We agree on a plan and taxi to the magic part of town. The Bottomless Pity sells us a basilisk and camouflage wood, stuff that grows like skin around any object. Thirty minutes.
For yolk, we boil tree roots, cool and pour into a balloon. The basilisk turns a dollop to stone. We add it, carefully. Fifteen minutes.
The camouflage wood layers itself round our stone-centered liquid. We wait.
Soon, magical chicks hatch. Everyone bows low before us. Win win!
Brenda Anderson’s fiction has previously appeared in Daily Science Fiction and Flash Fiction Online.