Real Magic – Sunday Photo Fiction

Written for Sunday Photo Fiction. A story, about casting spells and how they really work, begins after the photo.

Genre: Urban Fantasy/Humor

Photo by: Alastair Forbes

Real Magic

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.”

“What’s that?”

“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:

About EagleAye

I like looking at the serious subjects in the news and seeking the lighter side of the issue. I love satire and spoofs. I see the ridiculous side of things all the time, and my goal is to share that light-hearted view.
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17 Responses to Real Magic – Sunday Photo Fiction

  1. tedstrutz says:

    This is a good one (not that you write a bad one)… The kind of story where you know something is going to happen and read fast to the end.

    Check out my Moonshine entry… my 13 year old granddaughter wrote it. I think you will like it… and be surprised.


    • EagleAye says:

      Hehe. Those twists are always there. Fast reading means you’re enjoying, in my book. I like to hear that.

      I’ll definitely check your granddaughter’s work. Sounds interesting already! 🙂


  2. Al says:

    Guaranteed to give a laugh or a smile. Excellent as always Eric 🙂


  3. A.D. Everard says:

    This is wonderful! Made me laugh out loud. 😀


  4. List of X says:

    “If you believe in it, it will work” – isn’t this called the placebo effect? 🙂


    • EagleAye says:

      I think that’s right. It’s amazing how often such things work like that. So now the mom’s in a weird position. Now that the daughter finally believes in her magic, which it turns out is real anyway, or does she tell her the spell didn’t really do anything? A curious conundrum for the mom.


      • List of X says:

        I guess that demands another story. 🙂
        but seriously, I think the daughter just needed confidence, which could come from believing that it’s all work of mother’s magic – so all the mother has to do is to keep up the illusion.


      • EagleAye says:

        You’re right. Instilling confidence was all Florina was trying to do. Florina could do magic but Christa didn’t believe it. The irony is, the one time Florina is faking it, Christa finally believes it. It’s a strange situation for the pair, but in the end Christa is happy and that’s all Florina wanted in the first place.


  5. Good fun that. I thought Florina was going to run off with Christa’s bloke.
    (I’m not that sure that leprechauns would use the word ‘ken’. But that’s just nitpicking.)


    • EagleAye says:

      I left a piece out, but Florina still had young men chasing after her even at her age. Despite that, she would never do that to her daughter. I don’t know if leprechauns would either. He definitely has a Scottish accent while leprechauns are typically Irish. My thinking is leprechauns are magical creatures that simply absorb the language wherever they live. So a leprechaun living in Boston, would eventually develop a Bostonian accent. *shrug* Flannery is just very old so he never lost his accent from the old world.


  6. Steve Lakey says:

    A clever twist! This could have gone in several different directions.


  7. Lyn says:

    I’m wondering if there is something more than water in that wishing well…Flannery seems a little confused with his identity 🙂 Any chance of getting the Florina’s address? I could do with a wish or two. As Alistair said, “excellent as always, Eric.”


    • EagleAye says:

      Woot? Ye be thinkin’ there might be a wee bottle of Jamieson’s in there? Ye might be right! It takes away the sufferin’ of bein’ stuck in somethin’ made in China! I’ll send you Florina’s address soon. 😉 Thanks much, Lyn!


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