They all sat around the dying embers of the campfire. Esme, the youngest of the three, shivered.
“We need more fire,” said Sylvia. She lifted her hand up and the stacked wood floated through the air until it landed in the coals.
Scott reached out his hand and flames shot from his palm, igniting the fresh wood.
“That’s so cool!” squealed Esme. “I can’t wait until I get my superpowers.”
“The government can do amazing things,” sad Scott.
“Oh please!” groaned Esme. “The government can’t even work out a budget on time. Have you watched the news? Case of the left hand not knowing what the right is doing. C’mon, who really gives superpowers?”
Scott sighed. “Okay, it’s aliens.”
“Ha! Now that’s believable.”
Eventually the lights appeared in the woods, and Esme ran to them.
Sylvia sighed, “She’ll be mad when she finds out it’s the government.”
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2018/03/12/fffaw-challenge-week-of-march-13-2018/