Ancient Magic



I had collected it all, quicksilver lightning captured in a jar and a candle made of the wax from Cleopatra’s bees.  Only the purest color yellow distilled from the sunlight in my window would do.  The bit of our star must illuminate a painting representing my heart’s desire.

“Why don’t you do it the old-fashioned way?”

I jumped.  I hadn’t heard Mom come in.


“Just talk to her.  Girls like that, you know.”

“But Mom, the ancient magic spell will ensure it.”

“I’m sorry, the magic she used is much older than that.”  Mom winked.

I’ll never understand girls.

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Word count = 100

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44 thoughts on “Ancient Magic

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      In some ways – this is a person who understands things and ideas more than people or feelings. Anyone who can manipulate his feelings the way she did, well, it had to be magic,. What else could it be? Hopefully he’ll listen to his mother and discover where the true magic lies…

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      A very wise mother. Maybe he should get out of that medieval mindset and try a more modern approach, something like, as you said, the magic of an app like Tinder ;)


  2. michael1148humphris

    I feel for him, as that type of magic is hard to see. Perhaps that why many individuals take their special one home to met the family.

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