For four-hundred years, the Chamwith Coven returned to the Kurasmis Stump to gain magical energies. They sought to divide and conquer. They maintained people’s division by race, religion, and ethnicity. Exploiting these divides made the Coven women rich and powerful.
Ages past, they found the unimpressive stump with diving rods of Yew. Ginko leaves focused their minds and wooden shoes bonded them to Earth’s power. Their spells revealed Kurasmis as no mere stump, but the Lord of Trees, boughs spreading hundreds of yards. It bestowed power upon them, enabling their evil plans.
113 years later, they hunted Kurasmis with the GPS on their cell phones. They only saw past the stump’s illusions when Mandy’s fashion contact fell out. Soon all could see it. Standing in rubberized hiking boots, they held up cell phone pics of Ginko (couldn’t find it in Wal-Mart) and began their spell.
When they finished, a withered two-inch sprout poked up from the stump.
“I thought it would be bigger,” groaned Charlotte.
“Are we done here?” whined Mandy. “I have a hair appointment.”
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/10/30/fffaw-challenge-week-of-october-31-2017/