Svetlana had been sore ever since her performance yesterday, which was never great for her since she worked as a contortionist at the circus. Still, she thought she’d be better after a day of rest; however, when she woke up the next morning, her back was even more sore than the night before.
As she sat backstage, holding her sore back, a pudgy middle aged woman entered. She spoke in a soft voice, “I believe I have something that might belong to you,” and then proceeded to lift herself into a pose Svetlana couldn’t imagine doing right now.
The older woman continued, “I was at the show yesterday. I remembered being jealous, and as I was leaving I saw a strange blue light out of the corner of my eye. I felt more spry, but I couldn’t place why until I found myself moving in impossible ways this morning. I believe I have your contortionist ability.”
Svetlana put her hand on her side. Something inside her knew it was true. It explained the pains; she had the aching bones of a middle age woman now for some reason.
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