sidhe_faerie | Entries tagged with gywo

Photo 51 Child on a ladder pointing at a cloud

I wonder what it would be like to touch a cloud. To reach up and feel its fluffy softness.

But a cloud is not a cotton ball. It is a mist of water and air. Not dry or fluffy. No soft bunnies or puppies floating in the sky, just the promise of rain.

But rain can be nice too. A soft cascade of rhythmic drops on a tin roof. Rain can also disappoint. Hard. Cold. Drenching. Rain is a fickle thing.

I wonder what it would be like to touch the sky. Somehow I don't think it would be as wonderful as I wish it could be.

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Photo 48 Crumbled altar in concentric circles in a valley

It was the place of the old gods. Older than the dwarves. Older than the fae.

The ground itself vibrated with an ancient and sacred power. The power increased as the rings grew smaller and the power was the greatest at the crumbling altar.

The high priestess let the power fill her as she walked with her offering to the altar. She took a deep breath and let the power fill her lungs.

At the altar, she put the basket of fruit and grains down. She held a rowan wand high in the air. She whispered an ancient spell then left the circle smiling as she went.

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Photo 17 Burning letters or documents with a map matches and magnifying glass

The documents must not fall into the hands of the enemy. The soldier had traveled far and fought bravely to bring these documents across the front lines.

Unfortunately, he was killed by mortar fire. His body was under a tarp in the old barn.

The woman held the match in her hand ready to strike. She hesitated. If she destroyed them now, the soldier would have died in vain.

She stuffed the documents into her corset and followed the map to the soldier’s final destination. Who would suspect a woman carrying a basket of fresh eggs? She needed to be careful all the same.

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GYWO JUNE CHALLENGE: GREEN WITH GRAFFITI

Prompt: Dog-racing

The Racing Dog

Over the centuries many types of dogs have been used for sport. Hunting and racing are just the two more popular uses.

Racing dogs, like horses, are bred for speed. The most common breed of dpg used is the greyhound. Greyhounds are sleek, long legged and focused on the goal of getting the stuffed thing they all chase.

Most dogs are well fed and well cared for but some are not. Owners over-breed the females and race the males until they drop. Some have even been euthanized when they can no longer be used for racing. The racing dog is not guaranteed a good life.

In more recent years, a program for rehoming former racing dogs. This gives them a few years of love and comfort before they die. Not all dogs find a home that understands their particular needs.

Is racing dogs ethical? It's only ethical if the needs of the dog are put above the need for the owners to win. In most cases, it is not. Laws are in place but there is no guarantee that they are followed.

Should dog racing be banned? That would be a debate for another day. The dogs should be the primary concern when making that decision.

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GYWO March Challenge: IT’S A CAT–ASTROPHE!

Prompts: Warm/nice clothes, Soft fur, Sing-a-long, Dangerous animals, Iceberg, Lightning

Midnight Hunter

In the dark of the night, the eyes of the most dangerous animal in the world glowed. The little demon was stalking her prey. Quietly, she moved low and slow. Closer. Closer.

And then ….

A flash of lightning momentarily blinded her. She stood and shook her head to clear her vision. She let out a squeak of displeasure.

Mahmee had turned on the kitchen light. “What are you doing? I thought you were in the bedroom with the others. Why is my iceberg lettuce on the floor? Did you put it there?”

The little black kitten looked up with big innocent eyes.

Mahmee sighed and picked up the lettuce from the floor. “Go on. Good thing it's still in a plastic bag or no treats for you.”

The little kitten ran out of the room like her tail was on fire.

Mahmee laughed and put the lettuce in the fridge. “I knew I forgot to do something. I need to watch that little demon.”

Mahmee walked into the bedroom and looked in the basket of clean clothes. “There sat the little black kitten.”

“I see you're getting hair on my nice clean clothes. You just can't stay out of trouble, can you?” Mahmee reached down and picked up the little black cat. She stroked the soft fur as she sat down on the bed. “It's time to sleep now.”

All the cats on the bed moved over to let Mahmee lay down.

“You need to learn to behave, little one.”

The kitten snuggled down next to the woman and joined the sing a long of purrs coming from the others.

“Go to sleep my babies. Mahmee loves you.” She closed her eyes and let the cats lull her to sleep.

After a while, the little black kitten opened her eyes and saw that the woman was asleep. She crawled off the bed and went to stalk the slipper under the bed.

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Prompt: Your character types are: ER doc and little sister/brother.

Your object is: shirt.

Blood Stains

“Jack, what the hell?” Rudi held up a blood tee shirt. “What were you thinking? I've told you not to wear my clothes.”

Jack winced. “I didn't realize it was yours until I got to work. I was late and I just grabbed the shirt on the top of the pile. I didn't even look at it. I'll buy you a new one, okay?”

“No, it's not okay.” Rudi sighed. “You're buying me two.”

“Fine, I'm buying you two.” Jack grabbed his jacket. “I got a shift.”

“How did you get so much blood on this anyway?” Rudi wrinkled her nose.

“The patient severed an artery. When I was trying to stabilize him, the makeshift tourniquet came loose and I got sprayed.” Jack explained.

“Did the patient make it?” Rudi took in the large amount of blood on the shirt.

“No”. Jack picked up his keys. “He had lost too much blood before we could stop it.”

“Sorry.” Rudi felt sad for him. She knew he didn't like losing patients but being a doctor in the E.R. he was going to lose one sometimes.

Jack sighed. “I'll be fine. I'm just glad that I have a little sister who loves me even though I ruin her clothes on occasion.”

“Yeah. Just go save some lives.” Rudi walked over to the trash and dropped the shirt in. “You can settle up later.”

“See you in the morning, Rudi.” Jack waved as he walked out the door.

Rudi said a silent prayer that he would have a good night.

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Favor for a friend

Hastings P.I

Shelly, Jax

WC: 143

Prompts: spill, cheese, flour, wine, dairy, warm

Shelly sighed. She really didn't want to be there but a job was a job. She sipped the warm wine and picked up a cheese puff from a passing tray. She took a bite but immediately regretted it. It tasted like flour and goo.

She found a napkin on a nearby table and spit it out. Someone bumped her arm and she spilled some wine on the tablecloth of the buffet table.

Jax walked over. "Don't like the nibbles?"

"No but I don't expect much from a cop party." Shelly sighed. "I wouldn't be here if I had a choice."

"I know. I appreciate the help on this one." Jax sipped her wine and made a face. "This stuff is nasty."

"You're gonna owe me big time for this." Shelly nodded toward the door. "He's here."

"Keep your eyes open." Jax moved away.

Stop 2/10/24

Patterns…

I see patterns in yarn. I write down each stitch as I create the pattern. Sometimes I make something beautiful. Sometimes it's just practical.

All my life I’ve created patterns. Everywhere. I've even created patterns in my life. Some productive and some destructive.

It's all about patterns except when it's chaos. Chaos happens when I stop looking for patterns. I do stop looking sometimes. That's my biggest mistake.

Chaos is not my friend. Chaos is no one's friend. It causes me pain. I do not thrive in chaos. No one thrives in chaos.

Chaos is the Universe’s way of making a person change their behavior. Change is not my favorite thing.

I prefer patterns and stability.

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STOP 610

"You know it's just a fantasy." She said as she sat down next to him.

He didn't look at her he just kept watch the two kids playing in the grass. "What?"

She sighed. "This happy family thing you created for yourself. It's all fake. She's not your wife and those are not your kids."

He shrugged. "So what if it is. Just let me have something happy. Can you just do that, please?"

"If you want something happy then live in the real world and stop pretending. You have kids of your own, what about them?" She nudged him.

He shook his head. "They hate me. They say I sucked as a dad."

"These kids might say the same thing. Oh and you were a shit dad. Two words….child support. You know that thing you never paid." She poked him in the arm to drive home her point.

He turned to glare at her. "Shut up."

"It takes more than just being fun to be a dad. You have to be a responsible human. Wouldn't call you that." She turned to face him.

He looked at her and sighed. "Never said I was."

"Please dont mess up these kids like you did your own. They deserve better. She deserves better too." She stood up.

"I know." He leaned back.

"Then do better for them and your own. Hear me?" She patted him on the shoulder.

"Yeah." He looked over to the kids playing and sighed.

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Anniversary Surprise

Prompt: Rustle

WC: 200

Cedrick opened the black velvet box as he sat at his desk. He smiled when he looked at the diamond and sapphire necklace and earrings inside.

It was their anniversary in a few days. He couldn't believe how fast the year had gone by. It seemed like just yesterday they were discussing wedding plans.

There was the rustle of silk skirts coming closer. Violet must be looking for him.

Cedrick closed the box and put it in the bottom drawer then locked it with the key.

He had just dropped the key into the top drawer when Violet walked in.

Violet walked in and leaned against the desk. "Ced, are you finished with the accounts? We have guests coming for dinner and you need to change."

"Just finishing up." Cedrick stood up and gave her a quick kiss. "Walk me up and tell me about the party plans for our anniversary."

Violet gave him a questioning look. "Since when do you care about parties?"

Cedrick shrugged. "It's our anniversary. I assume there will be a cake of some kind. Champagne."

"Of course silly!" Violet linked her arm around his. "There can't be a party without cake and champagne. And you too!"

A Bit of Rough

Prompt: Pretentious

WC: 300

Cedrick stood in the garden next to the door of the ballroom. He needed a moment of peace before he went back into the heat and the noise.

"Did you see Violet's new thing?" A female voice asked.

Cedrick fought the urge to move away. It wasn't everyday he could listen to the whispers about himself.

"Lord Wicksom." Another female voice answered. "He is some far flung cousin that inherited after the tragedy at Manchester. I bet she has her hands full training him up."

There was a giggle. "At least he's not some pretentious fop like the last one. That one was all hot air and fancy clothes. This Lord Wicksom fellow may hold his fork improperly but he's not a fool. Quite handsome as well."

"No, he's not a fool." There was a loud sigh. "Well, it's just like Violet to get her hands on a socially acceptable bit of rough. She has all the luck."

"Doesn't she just? I'd never put my skirts down if he were mine. Did you see the size of his hands? She'll have a bun in before you know it."

Cedrick raised an eyebrow.

"Minerva. Grace. What has you over here with your heads together?" It was Violet's voice this time.

"Prudence and that tragic dress." The first voice answered. "Don't you agree, Violet?"

"Awful color." Violet answered. "Have you seen my escort? He went out for a breath of air." She paused. "Oh, there he is! Cedrick!"

Cedrick rounded the corner. "Yes Darling? Is it my dance?"

"Yes." Violet led him to the dance floor. "I know you were listening. What were they really talking about?"

"They were speculating how soon you will be with child because I'm a socially acceptable bit of rough with large hands."

Violet giggled. "Jealous tarts."

The Ukrainian Job

Prompt: Anxious

WC: 300

Shelly paced the floor. Bryce was late again. It wasn't unusual for him to be late but she had one of those feelings of hers. She tried to shake it off but she couldn't.

The door opened just as her phone rang. She looked up as she picked up her phone. "Jax, what are you doing here? I was supposed to meet Bryce."

"Answer your phone." Jax sat down and crossed her legs.

Shelly hit accept and sighed

"Shelly don't be mad…." Bryce knew her well.

"I've been waiting on you for over an hour." Shelly glanced at Jax. "Where the hell are you?"

"I'm on a stakeout. Jax has what I want you to look into. I just need background. Don't get too nosy. These guys are dangerous."

"So, you want me to do the digging. Seriously?" She looked at Jax and held out her hand.

Jax handed her a flash drive.

"They won't expect a P.I. to be looking into them…. Take your gun in case there's trouble."

"I don't like this. I'm charging triple. Bryce, be on your toes. If anything…."

"Shelly, goes both ways. I gotta go, they're on the move." The call disconnected.

Shelly looked at the phone. "Damn it! He's gonna get himself killed one day."

"I agree. He takes a lot more risks than I would." Jax stood up. "Just like someone else I know."

Shelly looked at the flash drive. "Mob?"

"Worse. Human trafficking. These guys are from Ukraine. They grow them ugly and dangerous there."

Shelly chuckled. "It's the cold. I'll get started. Jax, watch his back."

"Yeah. My job. Remember?" Jax smiled. "You still love him, don't you?"

"Yeah but don't tell him I said so. It will go to his head."

Jax nodded. "Not a word from me."

Champagne

Prompt: Raconteur person who tells anecdotes in a skillful and amusing way.

"a colorful raconteur"

WC: 200

Violet got out of the car and headed to the front door holding her head.

"Darling, how was I to know Lord Phillson would be there." Cedrick chased her into the house. "Please forgive me."

Violet paused on the stairs. "I know he is a friend and he fancies himself a great raconteur but he tells the same stories over and over again. It makes my head ache."

"So those four glasses of champagne were for your head then?" Cedrick knew as soon as it came out of his mouth that he would pay for it.

Violet raised an eyebrow at him. "Since when did you start counting my drinks?"

Cedrick shrugged. "It's just unusual for you to drink more than a glass. I was concerned."

Violet let out a weary sigh. "Next time we make our excuses before he tells that off color duck story."

Cedrick nodded. "Agreed. I still can't figure out how he got the duck to do that. I bet there wasn't a bit of truth in it."

"Come to bed, Ced." Violet started up the stairs. "You can puzzle it out while I sleep off the champagne."

"Yes Darling." Cedrick followed her up the stairs.

Blood

Prompt: Sticky

WC: 300

Shelly entered the house through the open fron door and looked around. She spotted something on the floor in front of her. Blood!

Shelly bent down and touched the spot of blood on the floor. It was sticky and not dry or wet. She followed the trail of drops to a door on the third floor landing.

She didn't know what she would find there but she had to look. She opened the door and looked around.

Next to the boarded up window, Bryce sat with a gun in his hand. He was unconscious and there was blood on his shoulder.

Shelly closed the door and pulled out her phone. She called 911.

"There's an officer down at 2364 Mulberry Street. He's unconscious and bleeding." She put the phone on speaker and sat it on the floor as she knelt down. "He's still breathing! Bryce, you idiot, why didn't you wait for backup?"

Bryce stirred. "Shelly…. I thought….."

"I know but I'm still pissed at you for being stupid. Help will be here soon."

"The shooter…. Across the hall…." Bryce handed her his gun. "Carefull."

"Got it. Be right back." Shelly stood up and went to the door. She took the safety off the gun and searched the rest of the house.

She saw the ambulance drive up as she was checking the first floor. She put the safety back on and put the gun in her pocket. She went out to meet them.

"He's on the third floor, door on the left." She called out then she saw Jax. "Great! That's all I need."

She sighed. This was going to be tricky to explain without getting into details with Jax. She plastered a smile on her face and hoped for the best. It was all that she could do.

Shelly touched her forehead and then pulled back her hand. Blood. She took a deep breath. It explained the dizzy nauseous feeling she was experiencing. It was likely a concussion. It wasn't her first time being knocked in the head. It came with the job.

She sat up and checked her pockets for her phone but it was gone. Whoever hit her must have taken it. She remembered a dinner a block away. She would have to get there to call for help.

Her car keys were gone too. They wouldn't get far with it. The gas gauge was stuck at three quarters of a tank. She was sure it was nearly empty and she was going to get gas after she met with her informant.

Her informant….

Shelly looked around and spotted the man lying on the ground. She stood up and staggered over to him. He was dead. There was a bullet wound on his chest and another in his leg. Whoever killed him wasn't messing around.

Shelly searched his pockets and found nothing. She checked his socks. He dad always told her it was the one place bad guys forgot to check. She found a flash drive in his right sock. She put it in her pocket.

She made a mental note of where she was then started walking towards the dinner. She had to call Bryce and let him know what had happened. He wouldn't be pleased that she had put herself in danger but he would forgive her as soon as he saw she was in one piece, more or less.

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GYWO PLEDGE: The Light Touch (75K)

I'm going back to the light pledge level. I got a little stressed out after I raised my pledge level mid year. I think it's best to pledge light but write as much as I can.

It's not just that I want to reach my goal easily. I really do but I want to want to write not have to write. I like writing but I don't want it to feel like a chore. The higher the pledge is more work for me. I have to plan and plot to just get words.

With the lower level I can focus on what I want to write. More blog posts. More original stories. More rewriting and editing to make existing stories better. Many of those stories aren't posted anywhere.

I need to get things done but I don't want to stress about it. Yeah. That's the plan.

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Stop 12/11

The snow fell silent and cold as Victra walked from the herb shed back to her house. The seasons change so quickly on the Isle. Just yesterday she walked this same path barefoot and without a cloak.

Aura always said it was the magick deep in the roots of Ogham-Duir that gave them the strange weather patterns. Victra wondered if that was true. She had never been anywhere but Ogham-Duir. Aura had been to the lands to the north and west more than once. Endora had been many places and seemed to agree with Aura.

Victra pulled her cloak closer. It really didn't matter to her but she really disliked the cold. It made her feel hopeless and lonely. That may just be the human coming out in her.

Of the three sisters, Victra was the most human. Wingless and unable to shift into a dragon form, Victra had always felt less than her two more powerful sisters. It was only when she joined with them in the Triquetra that she felt any real power.

Right now, Victra wished she had the power to make herself stop shivering. She finally reached the house and opened the door to a warm fire and her smiling husband Klaus.

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Part 5
On Tuesday afternoon, Alice and I stood beside an open grave as a small coffin was lowered into the ground. We were the only ones there to see her laid to rest beside her brother in the family plot.

As I dropped a white rose down onto the coffin, I heard a giggle from behind a nearby headstone. Polly waved at me. I waved back.

Alice waved too. "I suppose she wants one of us to read her a story tonight."

"Yeah. I found several boxes of children's books when I was looking around the attic. I have a feeling, you and I will be doing a lot of reading in the future."

"I don't mind." Alice smiled. "She's like my little sister. I always wanted a little sister."

"You had better move in, Alice." I looked at her. "I'm not going to be able to read all those books by myself."

"Thanks. I'd love to." Alice looked back at where Polly had been standing. "I think that was her plan. She didn't want any of us to be lonely."

I nodded. "I think so too."

Part 4
I went into the kitchen to call the police. I spoke to a Detective Saunders. I told her that I had found a body in a trunk. She told me that she would right over. When I went back into the livingroom Alice was still reading to Polly.

"Polly, the police will be here soon. You'll have to hide when they get here."

"I'll go to my room. I haven't been there yet." Polly smiled.

Twenty minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Polly looked at me and vanished. I went to answer it.

Detective Saunders flashed her badge and walked in. "You have a body in a trunk?"

"In the basement. This is Alice Michaels and I'm Hilde Palmer. We know who the body belongs to. Her name is Pollianna Michaels. She died a long time ago. Alice is the great granddaughter of Pollianna's brother. This was the family home until I bought it recently."

The detective raised an eyebrow. "No one knew the body was there until now?"

"I was told she died from a fever and was buried in an orchard. Hilde found the body today after she had a wall taken down and found the basement door." Alice pointed to the basement door. "I just showed up unexpectedly."

"Show me the body." The detective still had her doubts written all over her face.

I opened the door to the basement and she followed me down. I winced at the salt still on the floor.

The detective looked at the floor then at me. "What's this?"

"Um…. We were just doing a blessing to free her spirit. It looked like a brutal death." I raised the lid of the trunk and stepped away.

The detective looked inside and wrinkled her nose. "The clothes match the time period. Looks like she was beaten and strangled. I'll call the coroner but there's not going to be any justice for her. Whoever did this is long dead. I'll have the coroner come and get her."

"Is it possible for her to be taken to the funeral home instead of the morgue?" I had to ask for Polly's sake. The sooner she was buried, the better.

"No." The detective shook her head. "There has to be a report filed and a cursory exam. But that should only take a day. Who should we call when we are ready to release the body?"

"Call me. I'll give you my number." I followed the detective up the stairs. I saw Polly peek around the drapes in the living room. "Will they take the trunk or just the body?"

"Both. I saw some newspaper on the bottom it will give us an approximate date. It will be returned to you after it's been examined. As I said, there's not much more we can do except file a report." She followed my line of sight and frowned. She pulled out her phone. "I'll get things moving. You might want to call a funeral home and get things ready."

I nodded and watched Polly stick her tongue out at the detective. I stepped in between them, blocking their view from one another.

The coroner showed up ten minutes later and he and an assistant took the trunk away. The detective left with them.

I shut the door and sighed in relief.

Polly appeared in front of me. "Will they bring my body back here?"

"No. I will see that you're buried properly then you can move on."

"What if I want to stay with you?" Polly asked. She pointed to herself. "This part of me, not my bones."

"Don't you want to see your Mama again?" I asked her.

"No. Mama didnt love me. I like you and Alice too. I want to stay here."

"You can stay for a while but you will have to move on eventually. All spirits have to move on." I told her. "If you stay, there are rules. Don't frighten the workmen and no running the halls in the middle of the night. I need my sleep."

Polly nodded. "I understand. Thank you for not making me go right away."

"If I could hug you right now, I would." I smiled at Polly. "You're a brave girl after everything you've been through."

Polly laughed. "Maybe you can read me another story."

I went over and sat down next to Alice. She handed me the book and I picked out a story about a cat to read.

Eventually, Alice and I read all the stories in the book and Alice fell asleep on the sofa. I walked upstairs to my room. Polly was standing outside the empty small bedroom.

"Was that your room?" I asked.

"Yes." Polly looked back at me and pointed into the room. "Hilde, what's that bright light in there?"

I went to look but I saw nothing. I opened my mind's eye and saw the portal. "That's the veil opening for you. Don't be afraid to walk through to the other side. If you're ready…..."

Polly looked up at me. "I'm ready but I'll come visit. I promise."

"I know you will. This is your home and your welcome anytime." I told her.

She walked to the portal then turned back and waved. "See you soon, Hilde."

"See you soon, Polly." I waved back as she walked through the veil. I couldn't help feeling a little sad. In the short time I had known her, I had became fond of her.

Part 3
"Mama….." Polly came from behind an old privacy screen. "Mama, you came back!"

Alice stared at the spirit of the little girl. "Do you see….?"

"Oh yeah." I glared at the woman. I turned to Polly and spoke to her gently. "Polly, this isn't your mama but she is your family."

"My great grandfather was your baby brother." Alice told the spirit. "He was born right before your mother left this house with Henry Baxter."

Polly looked at me. "I remember him. They loved him. I was just a girl. They didnt love me. Girls aren't as important as boys. They forgot all about me. They left me here to rot."

My heart broke for her. I turned to Alice. "We need to go now. We will come back later."

Alice nodded and headed up the stairs.

"Be back soon, Polly." I said as I followed Alice up the stairs.

"How…?" Alice asked as I locked the basement door.

"Aunt Hattie did the wrong spell. She bound her to her body, not the house. Seriously, she should have been allowed to pass through the veil and not made to sit there with her rotting corpse. How cruel can you get? What did that child ever do to them? They kill her, put her body in a trunk, seal her in the basement, and leave her bound to her body for eternity." I was angry and I didnt care if Alice knew it.

I went to the kitchen to grab my phone then to the front door where I kicked off my kitty slippers and put on my sneakers. "Let's go. You can help me get the things for the spell."

Alice followed me out to my car and got in. "This wasn't the story I was told. I was told ste died of a fever. Not…."

"They lied." I started the car. "Henry killed her. I think he may have molested her and when she threatened to tell her mother, he killed her. Not the happy rosy story you thought it was, is it?"

"No." Alice wiped a tear from her cheek. "Are you sure you can help her?"

"My Granny's spellbook and I will do our best." I pulled out of the driveway and headed to the market district of town.

The owner of the Occult store where I get supplies gave me a curious look when I put the spell items on the counter but it was nothing like the look on the butcher's face when I asked for a half pint of pig's blood. He looked absolutely petrified with fear. He must not get many people asking for pig's blood.

Alice and I put the bags and the blood on the kitchen table next to the old pewter bowl.

Alice picked up the pewter bowl. "That's my family crest. See." She showed me her locket. "Aunt Hattie…. That had to be Harriet Daniel. Polly's mother was Dreama Daniel Michaels. She's buried in the cemetery just outside of town with her son, Daniel and her husband, Jacob."

"Not with Henry?" I asked as I opened a fresh package of sage sticks. The spell needed all the help it could get. I grabbed an extra box of salt, just in case.

"No, he died at sea. He was a merchant marine." Alice looked at me. "Will it be possible to bury Polly with her family?"

"After I let the police see her body, one of us will have to claim her remains then she can have a proper burial. Where her body rests isn't as important as giving her spirit rest right now." I looked at the table to make sure I had everything. "I need to get my Granny's spellbook. The incantation for the spell is in it. I'll be right back."

I left Alice there and went upstairs. I pulled a chest from under my bed and opened it. On top was an old well worn leather journal, Granny's spellbook. I grabbed the book then I closed the chest and shoved it back under the bed.

Alice was where I left her when I returned. She looked nervous. "Is that the spellbook?"

"Yes." I opened the book and found the spell. "Got it. We should do this down in the basement next to the body." I pulled a wooden tray from the shelf and put everything on it including the pewter bowl then handed the blood to Alice. "Let's go."

Polly was waiting for us when we reached the basement. "Are you going to free me now?"

"Yes Polly. You need to be free." I pulled a small table over to the trunk then poured a circle of salt around the trunk, Alice and myself. I lit the candles I had brought down with the snap of my fingers.

"Will it hurt?" Polly asked. She looked worried.

"No. You wont feel a thing." I laid out the spell ingredients in order on the tray then started to put things in the bowl. I handed Alice a lit sage stick then lit the ingredients in the bowl on fire. When the blaze died down I put in the pig's blood. "Give me your hand. You're of her blood. It will make the spell stronger."

Alice gave me her hand and held on tight as I said the incantation.

"I don't see her. Where did she go?" Alice looked around.

"I don't know." I looked around. "Polly?"

Just then a giggle came from upstairs.

"Looks like it worked." I sighed in relief. "I'll put the bowl under the steps until the police take her body."

I opened up the salt circle and picked up the bowl. I stashed it under the bottom step behind a hat box. "There. Let's see what she's up to." I started up the stairs.

Alice picked up Polly's book and followed me upstairs.

Polly was standing next to the bare wall. "You took Mama's flowers off the wall. Good! They were ugly. I didn't like them. They looked sad."

Alice sat on the sofa and opened Polly's book. "What do you want me to read to you?"

"Read the story about the cow, Alice." Polly came over and sat on the floor by Alice's feet.

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The Pink Journal

Original Fiction

Entries tagged with gywo

Clouds

Power

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The Racing Dog

Midnight Hunter

Blood Stains

Favor for a Friend

Stop 2/10/24

STOP 6/10

Anniversary Surprise

A Bit of Rough

The Ukrainian Job

Champagne

Blood

Stop 1-11-2021

GYWO PLEDGE: The Light Touch (75K)

Stop 12/11

The Walls Have Secrets (Part 5)

The Walls Have Secrets (Part 4)

The Walls Have Secrets (Part 3)

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