Debbie Whittam has set a challenge to write a poem or story in 50 words, or multiples of 50 up to a maximum of 250 words, inspired by a picture and include some particular lines.
Here is the story I wrote last week:
Here is this weeks picture.
Here are the words to incorporate:
Books had histories, and history was a form of remembering. And occult books were better at remembering than most
John Connolly – Night Music. Nocturnes. Volume 2.
Here is my story:
A Little Knowledge is Dangerous!
In most people’s eyes, it was a collection of junk, purchased from one peddler or another over the years, but seen through the prism of her eyes, it was a treasure like no other.
Each object held a memory of an important person in her family history. The most important of all were the books.
Books had histories, and history was a form of remembering. And occult books were better at remembering than most.
Hidden amongst the tatty books was her grandmother grimoire.
Having acquired all the required objects, she waited for a convenient moment and nightfall.
It had taken years to gather the collection and locate the key to the whole thing, her grandmother’s diary.
Her grandmother had made a great discovery, the secret to immortality. No one knew where her grandmother had gone, she had been an elderly lady, but no one had ever found her remains. Before she departed, she’d written to her explaining that the power skipped a generation, it flowed through her veins and she was her heir. She’d left instructions on where to find her book and all the other objects that she would need.
Everything was ready and her heart beat fast with excitement.
When darkness fell, she began lighting the candles and chanting the words.
Her grandmother’s face built up quickly in the dark mirror.
“There you are, granddaughter. Prepare yourself, you are the vessel. I’ll live on through you.”
The pain was excruciating as her spirit was expelled from her body.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 13/September/2018