Short story: Recipe

In the middle of the mountain oak, where the three branches soared upwards from the main trunk, I placed the squirrel’s skull. I had boiled it until its flesh fell away and every tiny tooth shone white. I stood on tiptoes to feel with my fingers, the basin of tepid water that the tree kept in its secret heart. After the skull went a magpie’s feather – dark, with a smear of blue, like petrol on a dirty puddle. And lastly a long hair, unwound from the comb that morning.

 So long as these things remained I knew that nothing would harm me.

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This piece of writing was for the 100 word (or so) prompt for Madison Woods’ #Fridayfictioneers. I’d be very happy to receive comments and constructive feedback. Click here to read other people’s.

 

19 thoughts on “Short story: Recipe

  1. Great story, I too like the descriptions, especially the feather coloured dark like petrol in the water. It’s more like feeling or seeing than reading.

  2. Wow, just wow. There’s a certain amount of pride in how well each item was described, like each item had to be just perfect in order for the protection to work. I loved it. Thanks for commenting on my blog.

  3. It must be something in me. I thought the spell was going to be a malevolent one. Excellent choice of words. Descriptive, expressive. Can’t wait to come by next week!

  4. I love the description of the squirrel with his tiny teeth, that really puts an image in the mind.
    Beautifully written, a very simple idea, vividly described.

  5. I liked that reference to the effect of petrol on water. I’ve used that quite often myself – I think it’s a powerful visual. I liked this, it started off quite sinisterly and then seemed to drift into innocence – which is an unusual reverse flow. Nice one.

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