Little messes become inevitable when you become close to people. They change how you are and help you grow. The big messes become tumultuous, crashing worlds down potentially burning those around. Those times, many seek shelter, others run.
Fiction
The Little Helpers
The snow comes down and down with no end in sight. Cars have trouble starting and staying on path, but here we see something we don't normally. People in other cars leaving the safety and warmth to help those who cannot get free. Warmth of others isn't necessarily out of reach.
Potion Making
Behind the high countertop, the witch peers over to see if anyone stares back at her. No one. She continues making different potions, all doing the same thing but carrying different flavors. Satisfied, she sells the popular wares and dusts off the particulates sticking to her apron.
Venison Soup
A bowl of soup later, the witch feels satisfied but still cannot shake the incessant cough. She visits the bees but they keep their distance, telling her to go home.
A Witch’s Familiars
The Witch's familiars help in ways unseen by others, providing support, offering helping paws, or just being cuddly. Sometimes they block progress contorting their bodies across the keys hindering the magics inside.
The Car Ride
Locked in and ready to go, the passenger waits for the driver to make his move. In this case, I am waiting, fingers tapping against the armrest. I can feel the heat coming off the back of my neck and try to take some silent deep breaths. The driver looks over to me and I … Continue reading The Car Ride
A Strong Defense
The warrior drew her sword and raised her shield, readying for battle. Puzzled, the witch cocked her head, lowering her hand offered in help.
Criminal Switches
The switches flick on sending pulses of light and the start of whirring machines. Printing and printing it goes, the detective smirks, calling it in.
A Solid Pine
I pine for pine, of spruce, blue and fragrant. Add a little white, red, some bells, and a star atop, for the man in red watches.
Caramel Eyes
Her warmth sent tingling down my arms as I held her close. Her brown eyes and smile against mine told me I was home. Nurture, protect.
