Willow

The moon was full, and the sky purple. Bats were flitting through the night.

They had prepared their circle on the hill, surrounding the sacred willow tree, and fires were blazing nearby shedding light on the ritual.

“Years of training, experience and compassion have prepared you for this”, the Priest intoned. “With love and trust, we choose you to be High Priestess of our Coven, Vessel to the Goddess, Keeper of Secrets.  Face the Goddess!”

The circle hummed.

She closed her eyes, inhaled, waited. Felt the tiara being placed on her head. A strange sadness filled her belly. And when she opened her eyes, the tree…

… the tree remained just a tree.

– Diandra - Visit Short Stories and Mad Rants 

7 comments:

  1. Hmmm! And intriguing snippet...want to hear more for sure!!
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    SueAnn

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  2. Me too! This short bit makes that this Witch really reflects my feelings about Witchcraft: the world doesn't happen through a shimmery veil and your days aren't surrounded by thunderous magical days just because you are a Witch. The world just is; a "tree [remains] just a tree". We just know that the can talk ;-D

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  3. I just got some little goosebumps from this. :)

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  4. Thanks for your comments! I really appreciate them!

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  5. I just got some little goosebumps from this. :)

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  6. Me too! This short bit makes that this Witch really reflects my feelings about Witchcraft: the world doesn't happen through a shimmery veil and your days aren't surrounded by thunderous magical days just because you are a Witch. The world just is; a "tree [remains] just a tree". We just know that the can talk ;-D

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  7. Hmmm! And intriguing snippet...want to hear more for sure!!
    Hugs
    SueAnn

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