The Call [a drabble]

She had been dreading this appointment. Her steps were slow and leaden.

She sat across from him holding her leather satchel tightly in her lap. The lights were too bright. They were making her head throb and eyes swim in and out of focus.

One by one he pointed out every single dragon she would have to slay just to stay alive.

This call to adventure she would never be able to ignore.

She and her supernatural helper were breathing the same air but soon she would be alone and on her own with poisonous talismans flowing through her veins.

 

Whispers

It felt
like
whispers
on the wind

It sounded
like
wind chimes
banging crazily
against
the leafless
lifeless trees

Sometimes
a change
in perception
is the only way
to survive

She stepped
into the wind
and felt her hair
whip around her head
in a mad frenzy
hair
that was
no longer there

whispers
on the wind
turned into
soft incantations
passionate invocations

as she let
the magic
of silence
take her

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