Witchcraft.
by Jason Nelson
I was in the elevator, feeling old, and pushing buttons for all the
floors divisible by three, when an ambiguously
famous sounding voice interrupted my fun. It spoke of capturing the
moment, of finding the right box and rope to set the
trap. The elevator began to shake, and malt and other Dairy Queen
delights. The voice told me that moments triple their value
in just a few years, and despite some risk of heavy tax liability, moments
are the best investment around. I had just realized
that moments are like desserts, except for the spelling, when the elevator
soon stopped on the twelfth floor, craftily avoiding
superstition by about four meters.
