Seam Ripper

Ahead the child at the front of the line bowed to the men with clipboards and with the encouragement of who must have been his mother held up his hands. He rubbed his palms together with increasing speed until smoke started to rise between his little fingers. Then after the wisps grew to a small plume he separated his hands and pulled the smoke toward him as if it were cotton hanging in the air.
Damien's eyes grew wide.
The boy stretched the matter until it was like he was holding the fabric to a dark blanket. The mother clapped her hands and the men grumbled some sort of approval as they scribbled down something. The boy and mother left and Damien's Father dragged him up in line.
Damian looked up at his Father. " Like that?"
" Yes, Yes just like that boy." His Father answered excitedly but he didn't look down at him.

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