The Mover – Short Fiction

He sat on the rock amidst the waves crashing all around him. He did not seem to notice anything else and focused hard on raising himself off the rock.

To Levitate.

He had done it before.

He could hear the whirring sound.

He rose. He rose about 10 feet above the rock. 100 feet. 1000 Feet.

Soon he was looking down at the ground beneath him with an evil grin.

 

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