Hello Hello and welcome to my urban fantasy microfiction, written based on the prompt: Write a piece under 300 words set in modern times, but where everyone knows that magic exists, and make it from the POV of someone who does not have magic.
I admit, this one just completely spiraled out of control, it started dark and then it got weird. Nothing terrible happens in the story but there are vibes that let you know it’s going to. Read at your own peril.
I was a software engineer, and there was a time when that would have been a good thing, but that was before the world discovered magic. Not discovered, not really, apparently it was always there, things like vampires, werewolves, fairies, all the things of legend that went bump in the night, all real, right along with witches and wizards.
For some people things got better after the big reveal, disease disappeared, climate change was a snap of the fingers and then a memory, but other things changed too. With the revelation of duplication spells, money became worthless, it was all back to bartering, and I had the social skills of a gnat.
There wasn’t a thing that could be done with computers that couldn’t be done better with magic, and I was what they called a null, not only did I not have the ability, I actually dampened, so people couldn’t even cast near me.
Overnight I went from a middle-class life in suburbia, to a social pariah, and none of those so-called wizards ever stopped to try and help my ilk. It’s why I joined the foundation, because our sovereign spoke the truth, where others kowtowed to the supernatural. He would lead us to salvation, to a promise land where we all would have value again, and I for one, could not await the day of reckoning.