PHOTO PROMPT © Janet Webb
Spell for True Love
June flashed by on the sparkles of fireflies as he promised to do.
To make him stay, I conjured a potion like warm snow in a magic globe, my clear cauldron a whimsy of adoration. Murmured recitations over a bejeweled candle welcomed true love.
Saturday’s fuchsia dawn portended success.
Our meeting at noon comprised laughter. I’d never felt so happy as I fell in love, the soft breeze a pashmina caress.
Then Bella, my cousin, appeared, soft spoken, quietly beautiful in gauzy white that floated around her, cloudlike. An angel.
His eyes met hers.
And never strayed.
end 7/12/2017 (97 words)