Jans peered down the hallway at the tiny black hole on the wall.
The crowd held their breath as he squeezed the club and fluttered his elbows to relax his arms.
A fairy with blue wings cleared her throat. Jans stared. She bowed in shame and floated behind an ogre.
Jans swung the club at the ball balanced atop the nose of a frightened mouse. The mouse fainted. The ball disappeared into a piano.
The crowd gasped.
“Damn,” said Jans to the silver monkey and sprinted head first into the piano.
“Found it,” he muffled. “It’s wedged between the strings.”
Prompt from Friday Fictioneers. Photo by John Nixon.