Three hours of invisibility. That was all they had given her. They had given the power to teleport to others, the ability to read minds to some, but all they had given her were three measly hours. Huh.
What on earth would she do with this “power”? She already felt invisible most days. The power to simply disappear, in truth, was to her more of a curse than a well-intended gift.
She would visit her parents. Find out what they did on days when she was gone. Or perhaps she’d spy on her boyfriend. Was he really faithful, did he really act like she was the one?
There was an abandoned bike in front of her brother’s house. How did it get there, she wondered? Aha. She would use the three hours to find out. She would use the three hours to know of his going about.
It seemed pointless though. After all, she could just ask and surely he’d give her an honest answer. That’s what brother’s do, right?
She sat by his doorstep. And waited. And waited. Pretty soon, the three hours were up. That was when he came by. But, by then, she had lost all powers of invisibility.
“Hey, bro?”
“Yeah, sis?”
“What’s up with the abandoned bike?”
“Oh. It’s a long story actually…”
She was right. She could have just simply asked. And that was a power worth much, much more than a hundred, a thousand, a million hours of invisibility.
She was glad she still had that.
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