[ WP ] Everyday , you notice an otherwise nondescript person doing something impossible . No one else seem s to notice or know what you are talking about . Today you have made up your mind to approach that person . ...

She's there again. 
 
 Same spot, same clothes, that same determination in her eyes. I pick up the glass before me with two fingers and tilt it from side to side, the water inside moves with the glass and rides up the sides as it picks up speed. My eyes drift back out of the window and back onto the girl. I still ca n't figure out her trick, it ca n't be realy- surely. 
 
 A few days ago I'd been wandering down this street, off to the side of the road was a small park, a few trees and a bit of grass, but there was a sizable water feature, clearly meant for display rather than use. Really it was just a large shallow pool, a few inches deep with ceramic tiles littered with various denominations of pocket change. 
 
 It was her that caught my attention though, rather than the feature. She had stepped out into the shallow water and was now stomping around in it- looking terrifically pleased with herself as well as very heavily focused on what it was that she was doing. 
 
 I had cast a curious look in her direction as I passed then stopped, I was sure that my jaw became unhinged. It was impossible- surely. I looked again. 
 
 And again. 
 
 A trick of the light? 
 
 Maybe a trick of the water. 
 
 A... trick of the... air? Was that a thing? 
 
 Maybe it was just a trick. 
 
 She could n't be walking on the water after all. She simply could n't. 
 
 For a few minutes I stood in silent awe- staring at her feet as she moved over the water that was now revealed to be a lot deeper than a few inches. 
 
 The next day I tossed a coin... It sank of course, her gaze seemed to linger on me as I eyed the coin suspiciously. 
 
 The day after I tossed in a few coins, maybe the day before I'd just missed the glass panels? They all sank. She had stared at me then. 
 
 Today I sat in the coffee shop overlooking the park, I sat at the window and watched her dance around. There was nothing odd about the way she moved... She never seemed to hit the same spot twice... Maybe they were stilts? But I'd seen her step off the water- not stilts. 
 
 I sipped the water and leaned back into my chair, could it be real? The thought tasted bizzare, it's impossible. Yet it seems to be happening, and I seem to be the only person who's noticing. I fix my gaze onto her once again and she briefly glances in my direction- as if feeling my gaze. The expression on her face is pleased, challenging almost. As if she knows that I'm trying to figure her out, our eyes meet for a heartbeat, then she turns away. 
 
 I wonder if she'd tell me if I asked... 
 
 Only one way to find out, 
 
 A few minutes later I was standing infront of the water, she stood on top of it with a superior smirk. 
 
 `` Give up?'' Her voice was a sing-song taunt. I ducked my head for a moment but played it off as if fixing my hair, I could tell that she could tell though. Her smirk widened. 
 
 `` I guess so.'' I nodded at her feet as I spoke. `` Whats the trick?'' The smirk became a frown after that. 
 
 `` Trick? It's not a trick.'' She kicked the water as she spoke, I raised my arm to protect myself from the small splash. 
 
 `` Well, you ca n't be walking on water either.'' The smirk returned 
 
 `` Well, I am.'' Her voice was sing-song again. `` I'm not going to tell you, you'll have to figure it out.'' As she spoke she stepped off of the water beside me and began walking in the same direction she always did. I followed her with my eyes but remained by the pool until she dissapeared into the crowd. 
 
 Once she did I turned back to the pool... 
 
... 
 
... 
 
 I stepped out. 
 
... 
 
 I stepped back onto the tile with a wet slop. Apparantly not just anyone could do it...
