Organic Magic

His head fit so snugly in her pocket that when the eyes blinked she felt it on her thigh. She chuckled when she saw the sign in front of the burnt shell of the chapel.

An “r” had been removed, and an “a” and a “t” added so that it read “incantation” instead of “incarnation”. 

This one needed to be exact. She’d botched the syllabic emphasis of the last one, causing a faulty connection. This time would be better. She’d practiced in her room every night for the past week. 

As she backed from the altar, his eyes pleaded.

~by James Kowalczyk

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