The Warlock – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Friday Fictioneers time! The challenge is to write a 100-word story in response to a weekly photo prompt chosen by our host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Follow the link to her blog for more information. Thank you to all who take the time to read, like, or comment.

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The Warlock

“A spell?” The Warlock said. “What does a boy like you want with a spell? Come, let me have a look at you”

He lifted down a heavy glass jar from a shelf. It appeared empty but was sealed with a large cork.

He shook the jar vigorously. A series of high pitched wails emanated from within.

“Pipe down that screaming; you’ll waste your oxygen,” he bellowed. “Now shine you no-good wretches!”

Upon his command, the jar burned briefly with a fierce brightness before settling down to a warm glow. He placed it on the table.

“Fairy lights,” he grinned.


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