GBVE: Karen Lingefelt

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The topic: “A young woman confronts her parents after discovering she has inherited telekinetic powers.”

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Lindsey stormed into the living room, where her parents sat doing the only thing she knew—or wanted to know—they still did together. As always, Dad kept the remote aimed at the TV, ready to shoot channel-changing lasers at the first hint of boredom.

She closed her eyes, clenched her fists, and tensed all over as she concentrated on that one little button on the remote. Mute . . . mute . . .

Mute mute mute mute—

Her heart leaped and her eyes flew open as the TV fell silent.

“What the—?” Dad sat up, the remote tumbling to the floor as he glared at Mom. “Honey, please don’t tell me you did it again? I know Bill O’Reilly can be annoying sometimes, but occasionally he does make a good—”

“No, I did it,” Lindsey cut in. “So Heather was right! I do have telekinetic powers!”

Mom looked as if she were competing for the title of Ms. Nonchalance. Yeah, right. Last time she’d vied for that honor was right after the Goodwill truck had been to their house, and Lindsey asked Mom if she’d seen lumpy old Mr. Snuffles, who’d mysteriously vanished from his usual spot on her pillow.

Dad said, “Lindsey, haven’t we told you not to believe everything your sister says?”

“Nice try, Dad. This isn’t like the time she told me you ordered her out of the Neiman-Marcus catalog, while you got me at a PTA white elephant sale.” And that, Heather had added, was why Lindsey had such a big butt. “She says we inherited telekinetic powers. And I just proved it. I used those powers to mute the TV. Hey, I can use them to clean my room! Why didn’t you tell me before?”

Mom sighed. “That’s the downside. You can use them to mute the TV, rearrange furniture, and even reduce great cathedrals and palaces into rubble. But for some reason, they’re utterly useless against dirty socks and wet towels. And dust.”

Lindsey went limp, gaping back in dismay.

Mom gifted her with a rueful smile. “I know what you’re thinking. So what’s the use of having telekinetic powers at all?”

“That is what I’m thinking,” Lindsey said with a whimper.

Her mother stood up and hugged her. “Welcome to womanhood, darling!”
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For more information about Karen’s regency romantic comedy, visit http://karenlingefelt.com. Her uproarious debut, True Pretenses, is available now!