The girl bit into the apple’s crisp flesh. Juices flowed down her chin.
The bee, attracted by her sweetness gifted her a seed, promise of a future generation.
Wrapped as a present, it was opened immediately and the treasure became her life’s work.
She tended her garden. Thriving under good skies it soon filled with knowledge and became populated with life and laughter.
In the shadows lurked evil.
At night it perched on the sundial and wove webs. It robbed the dew and shrivelled the apples on the tree.
Old woman who once tasted of apple, where are you now?
This one is one of a couple of ‘Dark Drabbles’ that I have been drawn to create lately. I will attribute some inspiration to the mythical, fantastical, international folktales and stories read, created and shared by attendees at the Inaugural Grassroots Writers Weekend hosted by the Dorrigo Writers Group in April. I will send out a big thank you Iris Curteis’ for steering the weekend and for her workshop introducing ‘magic realism’. It has provided an interesting context for framing the movement of magic into fiction and has given me much to think about! <AJC>