When magic returned to the world in 2042, many things took getting used to. For instance, Hannah rode upon a winged unicorn as she approached the boat dock. Even more, the unicorn talked.
“It’s true,” said Rainfly, her unicorn.
“No way,” said Hannah, pointing towards the distant rainbow. “Rainbows are explainable natural phenomena.”
“Not all of them. Some of those rainbows are unicorn farts.”
“Okay, I know you’re magical, but that’s silly.”
But as they approached the dock, another flying unicorn passed them. As it did, it tossed its head back to the rainbow, looking embarrassed. “Excuse me,” it said.
Written for the Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisoff.com/2020/04/08/10-april-2020/