The rough plot of the story is that the protag is a musician in a folk music trio (called the Russian Troika), playing Appalachian dulcimer, and after a depressing late-night gig, her two bandmates develop supernatural powers. One, the very shy, effeminate guy who keeps getting hit on by men but is hetero and afraid to talk to women, becomes instantly irresistable to the opposite sex (including the protagonist). The other, a sixty year old widower, develops the power to move through walls, and although he toys with using it to steal stuff, he ends up using it to help people instead.

The twist in the story is that the protag, feeling very left out, ends up jealously wishing idle petty curses, which then come true through a series of events that seem perfectly natural. In a twisted O Henry-esque way, she wishes the newly-made Don Juan to not be attracted to other women, perhaps-- in any case, he turns out to be gay, and she curses the older gentleman such that he ends up in a wheelchair (so, he could walk through walls, but can no longer walk at all).

The story is only half finished. I haven't decided if she manages to resolve the cursing problem or not.

And Alfred.... there was something different about Alfred. Some quality that Heather couldn't identify. He seemed... taller. And she thought his voice might have deepened, too. She wondered if he'd come down with what she had had, only with a hoarse voice.