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mindsplintersWorld: Magic-verse
Rating: G
Word Count: 555
Circumstance: Started at work, finished at home
“What do you think, Mommy? Is there enough here?”
Jackie looked down at the double fistfuls of white-headed dandelions offered by her small daughter. She crouched to better meet the little girl’s light eyes. “I don’t know, Eleanor,” she answered solemnly. “I guess it depends on what you’re going to need them for. You’re not working a spell like Daddy again, are you?”
She shook her head so hard that blonde curls tumbled into her eyes and her mouth set itself in an exaggerated expression of the horror produced by her mother’s question. “Nuh uh,” she added to further prove the truth.
"Then what are you doing?"
"If I tell you, they won't come true."
"Oh." Standing, Jackie returned to the bench behind her. As she sat back more firmly on the bench, she draped her arms along the back casually. Then she tilted her head to again regard her daughter with a sober expression. "I gotcha," she continued. "It's all about that, then."
Ellie looked at her mother dubiously, unsure what to make of the knowing smile. She would do that sometimes and Ellie was always left wondering if her mother really knew or just pretended to know. She only found out which was which sometimes, in the cases where her own curiosity got the better of her and she asked outright. She ducked her chin to study her overblown dandelions for a moment, watching as the slight breeze put the seeds at hazard. On the other hand, there were rules to things and dandelions were very specific. But her mother would know better than she would and she did not have to be terribly specific to get her answer. Maybe. "I don't know, Mommy," she said slowly. "I think it's enough to fill the year up."
This shifted Jackie forward again and she rested her elbows on her knees as she bent forward. "Three hundred and sixty-five days is a lot of days," she pointed out. "What are you going to do with them, peanut?"
"Wishes." Ellie looked up with a smile. "I've decided. I can tell you they're wishes if I don't tell you what the wishes are."
"This is true." Jackie's smile matched the little girl's perfectly and she nodded over the weeds. "Yes, I think you have enough there for the year then. Do you know how to work them?"
"Uh huh!" Ellie hesitated for a moment and then, with some difficulty, she shifted the bunches to one hand and extracted a single puffy dandelion. She offered it to her mother. "You can make some wishes for you and Daddy," she offered. "But you have to come with me and do it."
Jackie accepted the flower solemnly. "Of course." She stood and cradled one hand around the delicate collection of wispy seeds. Then she obediently followed as her daughter lead her to the middle of the nearby field. "You count, okay, Ellie?"
"Okay! One... Two... Threeeeeee... Go!"
As everything in their immediate vision exploded in drifting, dancing white, Jackie snatched up her daughter and spun them around, laughter echoing. After only one or two twirls, gravity took over and both tumbled to the ground. Giggles still shaking them, mother and daughter laid on their backs and watched the bits of fluff dance away and take flight.
Rating: G
Word Count: 555
Circumstance: Started at work, finished at home
“What do you think, Mommy? Is there enough here?”
Jackie looked down at the double fistfuls of white-headed dandelions offered by her small daughter. She crouched to better meet the little girl’s light eyes. “I don’t know, Eleanor,” she answered solemnly. “I guess it depends on what you’re going to need them for. You’re not working a spell like Daddy again, are you?”
She shook her head so hard that blonde curls tumbled into her eyes and her mouth set itself in an exaggerated expression of the horror produced by her mother’s question. “Nuh uh,” she added to further prove the truth.
"Then what are you doing?"
"If I tell you, they won't come true."
"Oh." Standing, Jackie returned to the bench behind her. As she sat back more firmly on the bench, she draped her arms along the back casually. Then she tilted her head to again regard her daughter with a sober expression. "I gotcha," she continued. "It's all about that, then."
Ellie looked at her mother dubiously, unsure what to make of the knowing smile. She would do that sometimes and Ellie was always left wondering if her mother really knew or just pretended to know. She only found out which was which sometimes, in the cases where her own curiosity got the better of her and she asked outright. She ducked her chin to study her overblown dandelions for a moment, watching as the slight breeze put the seeds at hazard. On the other hand, there were rules to things and dandelions were very specific. But her mother would know better than she would and she did not have to be terribly specific to get her answer. Maybe. "I don't know, Mommy," she said slowly. "I think it's enough to fill the year up."
This shifted Jackie forward again and she rested her elbows on her knees as she bent forward. "Three hundred and sixty-five days is a lot of days," she pointed out. "What are you going to do with them, peanut?"
"Wishes." Ellie looked up with a smile. "I've decided. I can tell you they're wishes if I don't tell you what the wishes are."
"This is true." Jackie's smile matched the little girl's perfectly and she nodded over the weeds. "Yes, I think you have enough there for the year then. Do you know how to work them?"
"Uh huh!" Ellie hesitated for a moment and then, with some difficulty, she shifted the bunches to one hand and extracted a single puffy dandelion. She offered it to her mother. "You can make some wishes for you and Daddy," she offered. "But you have to come with me and do it."
Jackie accepted the flower solemnly. "Of course." She stood and cradled one hand around the delicate collection of wispy seeds. Then she obediently followed as her daughter lead her to the middle of the nearby field. "You count, okay, Ellie?"
"Okay! One... Two... Threeeeeee... Go!"
As everything in their immediate vision exploded in drifting, dancing white, Jackie snatched up her daughter and spun them around, laughter echoing. After only one or two twirls, gravity took over and both tumbled to the ground. Giggles still shaking them, mother and daughter laid on their backs and watched the bits of fluff dance away and take flight.
