Tansy’s cell phone vibrated, and she pulled it out of her pocket. After reading the text, adjusted the countdown clock.
This was it.
It was really happening.
They were going to do it.
Nervous excitement built in her stomach making her feeling vaguely nauseated as she laid out her supplies in the middle of her living room floor. Salt, crystals, candles, herbs, and her athame.
She glanced at at the countdown clock again. In three minutes and thirty-three seconds, they’d attempt something that had never been tried. Witches from every country–covens, solitary practitioners, would join together with a single purpose–saving the world.
When her alarm chimed, she took a deep breath and moved to the center of the room and lit the candles. Gripping the hilt of her blade tightly, she cast the circle, calling to the four quarters and raising the energy she’d need to complete the spell. As soon as she felt the power surging through her, she closed her eyes and focused on the subject of her spell, visualizing him clearly while reciting the words she’d spent the last three days memorizing.
As she held an image of him in her mind, the power swelled as it spread and joined with that of every other witch in the world. The magical current raced along her limbs, leaping from nerve ending to nerve ending, raising hair and goosebumps over her entire body as her heartbeat fell into rhythm and joining her consciousness with the rest of the spellcasters. And still the energy gathered and grew. When it was too vast to be contained, they all released it at once—sending it hurtling toward their target.
Tansy collapsed, breathless to the floor, pressing her palms to the old wooden floorboards as the lingering remnants of magic dissipated. After she’d caught her breath, she closed the circle and extinguished the candles. Before she’d even gotten her supplies put away, her best friend, Diana, had begun texting.
OMG – that was amazing. Did you feel it? Are you as pumped as I am right now?
Yawning, Tansy responded: I’m exhausted. I can barely keep my eyes open. When do you think we’ll know if it worked?
Diana texted back almost immediately. No clue, but you sleep. I’ll call you if there’s any kind of movement.
Tansy thanked her and curled up on the couch. When she opened her eyes a few hours later, pinky-gray lighted filtered through the window and her phone was vibrating and and ringing loudly, Diana’s name flashing on the screen.
“We did it! Turn on the news! Hurry!”
Tansy rubbed the sleep from her eyes. “What channel?”
“It doesn’t matter!” her friend crowed. “It’s on all of them!”
Fumbling for the remote, Tansy turned on the TV and squinted at the news anchor. “In a historically unprecedented move, the United States has thrown itself on the mercy of Canada, granting Prime Minister Trudeau governing responsibilities until the results of the 2020 election are in.”
The camera cut to a smiling Justin Trudeau. “Okay, healthcare’s been sorted. Now, let’s see what we can do about that climate agreement.”
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0 thoughts on “Flash Fiction #59 – Witch”
LOL!!! I love this so hard. In fact, i can’t love it hard enough. And, hell yeah, Justin. I wouldn’t mind being Canada South.
Oh glory, I wish we could do that…or get someone of our own to rise rather than the idiots there already. Great flash, Bronwyn. 🙂
YES!!!! CANUCKS TO THE RESCUE! This brought me great joy. Great freaking joy. I’m thinking you can all be honorary provinces until 2020… 🙂
I’d love to be an honorary province until 2020. Count Kentucky in . . . I’m sure I can do that. I’m Gwen.
Excellent job, Bronwyn! I think I’d like to jump into your flash and ‘make it so’.