Katie opened the bedroom window. The storm finally broke and the air felt cool and clean. While pockets of mist rose from the ground, rolling clouds drifted past the moon that hung above the trees.
She motioned to her drawer taking out an antique pyramid figure, stones, and a blue rose.
“This is crazy. Oh well… what do I have to lose!” she said scowling
Three minutes later, a soft voice filled the room with words that echoed to the night sky.
Seven stones in a circle
Crescent moon hear my plea
Rose petals in the middle
Oh night stars lead him to me
I pray thee for true love
In the breath of the night
Draw from universe
A perfect love that is right.
With a sigh of relief, Katie glanced at the window once again. She tucked herself back to bed, her eyes closed with a silent hope for the moon and stars to hear her chant.
Midnight came and the leaves turned from sporadic silver and black as they shimmered in the evening breeze. And in the midst of silence, like those we see in fairytales, silver dust came out of the pyramid and sprinkled over our sleeping Katie.
Here’s for this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt by Al Forbes. Enjoy more stories here. 🙂
August 4, 2015 at 12:51 pm
Let’s hope that her love is a nice person 🙂 Great story
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August 4, 2015 at 2:22 pm
I do hope so… Thank you Al! 🙂
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August 4, 2015 at 5:08 pm
Great story! I love how the silver fairy dust was sprinkled over her – her wish is coming true!
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August 5, 2015 at 2:11 am
I’m excited to see what happens next when she wakes up in the morning! Thanks PJ 🙂
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August 5, 2015 at 2:14 am
Yes!
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August 5, 2015 at 12:28 am
Now, this is a box I could keep! 😊
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August 5, 2015 at 2:13 am
I know. And I think I’d be repeating her chant before I sleep from now on. 😀
Have a good one Jessie!
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