In A Moonlit Meadow

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: April 29, 2018

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In A Moonlit Meadow

Tonight it is perfect. Barely any clouds obscure the stars and the moon is bright and clear. Silently, I slip through the door, bare-foot and in my white gown. I know where I am going, everything is ready and waiting for me.

A cat joins me, padding silently alongside. He is also pure white; only the pink of my skin and the dark brown of my hair disrupts the ghostly image. He is not needed. I do not require a familiar for white magic, just pure thought and energy.

The meadow lies ahead. Already there is a sprinkling of dew on the grass, making my feet and the hem of my dress wet. No matter, I barely feel it. The moon shines down and I take my place, marking off shapes and signs with my toes, stooping to use my fingers for the more intricate patterns.

I sit and clear my mind of all thoughts and images, holding my hands cupped together until I feel the heat build up between them. An iridescent ball glows between my hands that are now held open.

It hovers about an inch above my palms.

For some are not what they appear to be at all; two-faced, fork-tongued, wicked trolls that want to be seen as angels. This night I will break the deception of at least one of them.

Magic? Maybe, so that makes me a witch, but not one to be feared – unless you happen to be one who practices the art of deception.


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