1000 Days

Read this first if you haven’t already.
“He will not be easily found that one. Speak his name to these and they will aid you.”
Grandma’s words felt like a memory or a dream compared to the unexpected firmness of her grip. She gave me other instructions I think—maybe something about employing them before they [...]

The unifying theme for the week will be “The Bringer of Mist”. Check out the ‘bringer‘ tag for more. I’ll step off from a post from day 51: “Grandma has a Wolf’s Heart“.
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The newly fallen leaves stacked poorly in her hand. These red and yellow and gold leaves retained their suppleness. [...]

Inspired by another fun illustration at Gorilla Artfare.
Etymological concerns mostly based on this page.
Enough of that crap.
My introduction to [dactylio] came illicitly enough in the form of spying on my older brother one summer he visited back from [cool sounding magic school or guildish name]. Since I am merely a pawn of the author’s [...]

I’m really in my office. Thirty-four floors above the 16th Street Mall in downtown Denver, Colorado. I feel as if I am in a Polaroid from the 70’s. The blues faded, the reds indistinct, and the blacks turned a sickly green. The “Welcome Back Kotter” t-shirt I’m wearing is an iron-on [...]

I’m pressing the crescant to his neck and he’s saying words like magic.  Words that feel like they could unbreak a jar, maybe raise the dead.
"The best waters are swift and shallow."  He’s trembling as he chants, "The best waters are swift and shallow."  I realize he doesn’t believe the words, doesn’t trust their power.  [...]

Three pixies scrambled out of the air-conditioning vent and slipped to the far side of the pumpkin.  One by one they emerged from the vegetable’s safety.  They huddled heads touching and hands on shoulders and whispered a plan that to my ear was no more than a squeaky distraction.  When they broke the mint one [...]