It had been an agitating Monday, so Static took a walk to clear her head.
“I’m not saying you won’t receive a promotion, just that you have some time before you get there.”
She wished she could poke her boss’s nose clean through to the back of his head.
“Sir, Gladys does very little to help the team…”
“She manages the team just fine.”
“The only thing she manages well is avoiding work. She chats away with others and no time to complete her projects and I’m the one who gets stuck with it.”
“And you complain about it.”
“Considering my pay in comparison to hers, yes. And I’m not about to—”
“I think you’ve communicated your concern clear enough, Static.”
There was no point in arguing further so she flew back to her desk and delved deep into a project. She made sure to be out the door exactly when 5pm rolled around.
Static was imagining Gladys’ unearned career climb when she realized that sooner or later she would stall. Gladys had somehow learned little details about the company, and when asked a complex question, would refer to Static.
The image made her smile, Gladys lounging back in her chair (as she always did) in a meeting packed with people in stiff suits and one asking her a simple question. She’d stutter, and, unless admit her fault, would have to refer them back to her.
Something hit her.
Energy rippled through her core, slithering through every vein in her body.
While there was no pain in her body her hands had an odd, tingling feeling. Almost like tiny bursts of energy hopping around her palms.
“What was that?”
Zhh zzh zzzzhhhhh.
The power lines above her hummed, like they always had, but this time she could hear another sound.
She could feel another sound. It vibrated and snapped, just like the energy in her hands.
She looked from her hands to the lines.
The longer she looked the more she thought she sensed the electricity.
Reaching out her hand, she pointed one finger at the sound.
Instantly she felt a connection to the charge, as if a spinneret of electricity was nested in the tip of her finger and had cast thin thread to the wires above.
She drew her hand back. The connection severed.
This changed everything.
She could attach to the charge, but could she control it?
Extending her hand again, she stretched out her finger and caught a charge in the line. She tugged it and found it a little like flying a kite fixed to a track.
“But can I use it on its own?” She thrust her hand down and a charge came out, vanishing in a moment.
It wasn’t what she wanted to happen, but she had moved the current.
“I can control electricity.”
Maybe the corporate world was too small for her now…or perhaps it was just right.
She smiled. Tuesday was going to be a very different day.