The Good Witches

The room grew dim as a cloud passed over. So much so that I couldn’t see any part of the book I was reading. My hands balled into a fist with frustration.

I heard the caw of a raven, drums and women chanting. They were huddled around the big rock below my window. I began to slide open the window wider to speak to the women on the west side of my two-story home.

“What are you doing here?” I screamed at them. 

“We are trying to blend our will and nature in this coven circle to end worldwide suffering.”

*NOTE – I’ve recently become acquainted with a new kind of wordle that has apparently sparked an international craze. It’s not a game app but rather a link you can find HERE. If you are anything like me, you’ll look forward to it every day! Have fun! 🙂 Do tell me in the comments if you’ve tried it and if you have, what you think of it.

Evening Jaunt

LuizClas – Pexels

On my walk, I whipped at the grass with my rod. Then with a surprised “huh?” and a sigh, I caught a glimpse of the birds ahead. I was fraught with anticipation as a shape on the ground emerged the closer I got. Then I stepped in cow shit. Yuck!

The gap between the animal and myself was not that wide but too low for me that I might check its condition. Thinking for a moment, I decided to use the lead fishing anchor to touch it. Letting the line down, I thrust at its head.

I held my breath.

A Grizzly Adventure

The bear eyed our host while I scribbled to the digital gods on my iPad – HELP US! With bated breath, I hit send. Please let the detailed message get through to the police. 

The furry beast cast a tall shadow over the camp; our nerves, taut with fear, felt like they would snap at any moment. I quietly wished the bear would decide to crave something other than us campers today. 

Right then, I saw a red light on the bear’s coat—he was in the mountie’s crosshairs! With a relieved gaze in his direction, I uttered, “We are safe!”

The Return

I gave him the signal to start the long drive with a wink of my eyebrow. Many plaid-shirted arms began waving him on, and we all cheered for his success on his lone mission—one he’d waited his entire life for. 

Everyone cracked a joke at his expense at the club that night, ice cubes clinking in their tumblers as they laughed. With the fire glowing in the background, they were merry with inebriation. But also wishing they could fly with their compadre and join him on his mission to Mars.

What they did not know, he was finally returning home.

Foundation of Dreams

Redux

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With deliberate intention, the goal was to devour thousands of words. He reveled in the delicious anticipation of cerebral and sentimental fulfillment. Focused and ready for some relevant adscititious information to challenge his brain’s hunger for knowledge and fantasy. The emotions of the poets forcefully laid down impressions on his mind. Hours passed immersed in the stories and written essences of others. It colored him happy. And tired. The eyes slowly closed. All the words turned to dreams of mystical sunsets with a bareback unicorn ride on the beach, hair whipping in the wild wind.

He then woke up smiling.

Abilities

Jonathan Borba – Pixels

Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #113

expressive yet delicate
clean lines on festive gifts
fine artistry under the tree

unbeknownst to us
mike pence came out of the closet
seems he was more than just a stately prop

he missed his calling
just like the last bush
political acumen the facade

Sell Out

The offer had me under a spell; it meant I would no longer be on the fray but drifting towards stardom. I had to sign this contract. The chase was over, no more trembling about my future. My lawyer would think me rash, but the original draft of the offer was enough to convince me not to pass on it. How could I when I knew the money would flow for us all?

His bright, red eyes drilled into me, yet my hand chose to linger above the signature line, hesitating.

Something inside begged me to reconsider the Devil’s deal.

The Saboteur

The crew, at the edge of the stars, peered into nothingness. With a roar of the engines, they pushed further than any had ever gone. Their role, as mission leaders, was to burn through to the other side. The chatter among the feline crew grew loud in the vessel’s hive construction—a sign of imminent victory. 

But they never knew of the Federation sage’s curse chanted ominously into the haze of a smoky cauldron right before the ship’s mission. Acting alone and in secret, she compromised their mission.

She was the guardian of all knowledge; life’s mysteries had to remain hidden. 

Generations

Sasint – Pixabay

Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #110

“Dear ยาย, did you have a good day?”

“Yes, หลานชาย. It was pleasant, not so hot again today. How was your schooling?

“So good! The teacher gave us a new tool to learn. It’s called a laptop. Here, let me show you how it works.”

“Well, it certainly is shiny. And indeed, it sits right on your lap! Ha Ha!”

“It doesn’t have to. You can put it on the desk, too,” he grinned back. “Okay, now ask me any question. I will type it into Google, and it will give us an answer.”

“So it’s really a Googler then?”

NOTE:
ยาย – yaai – Thai word used when referring to your grandmother from the mother’s side.
หลานชาย – H̄lān chāy – Thai word means grandson