Written for Sunday Photo Fiction. A story, about casting spells and how they really work, begins after the photo.
Genre: Urban Fantasy/Humor
Christa’s mom, Florina, held her hand and pulled her into the yard like she did when Christa was a child. And just like then, Christa resisted just a little to let her mother know she thought this whole thing was silly.
At 53, with her long hair going to salt n’ pepper, Florina still had young men vying for her attention. The lines on her face seemed to highlight her eyes and smile rather than announce advancing years. Christa sometimes wondered if her mother’s Old Magic did something after all. That is, if Christa could ever believe in it.
“Where are we going?” whined Christa.
“To the Wishing Well, of course!”
When they arrived, the “Wishing Well” was no more than 3-feet high, and it looked like backyard kitsch that Florina had purchased from Home Depot.
“This? This magic will find me a man?” groaned Christa. At 26, she’d never inherited her mother’s easy way with the opposite sex. Two disastrous dates were her only legacy through med school. Examining the sculpture, her prospects did look any better.
“It works if you believe it will,” enthused Florina. She had Christa walk three times around the well with a pail of rain water, captured during a full moon. She sprinkled Chrysanthemum oil on Christa, and had her soak her hands in the water while Florina chanted. Having grown up with her mother’s Old Ways, Christa endured the ritual, and fled from her mother’s ivy-covered cottage as expediently as courtesy demanded.
It only took three days before Christa brought home a man, a good-looking one too, with a strong jaw and tanned skin. Florina could tell at once the youth adored Christina. They visited for a few hours before leaving on a vacation to Belize. “Your magic really works, Momma!” Christa whispered as she waved goodbye.
Florina sat down beside the well and muttered, “I can’t believe she bought that mumbo jumbo.”
“Aye,” said a voice from the Wishing Well. “But it’s believin’ that makes the Real Magic, don’tcha’ know.”
Florina smiled in at the tiny old leprechaun. “You’re a wise one, Flannery.”
“Aye, but there’s one t’ing I canna’ ken.”
“Woot does ‘Made in China’ mean?”
Each week, Alastair shares one of his own photos for use as a writing prompt. Check in every week to see what imaginative stories people have brought to life. Look here for more stories prompted by the photo at the beginning of the post: http://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2014/06/15/sunday-photo-fiction-june-15th-2014/