Sunday, March 20, 2016

Magpie Tales #309: Burning Desire





I dreamed I was a child again watching my brother play chess in the park. I was cold and anxious. My brother was just a little kid and the man was old and experienced; he wanted to win. His wanting was very strong and I could see it, hanging in the air in front of his face. My brother didn't have the wanting; he was only having fun. Suddenly I was afraid. I put on my special eyes and stared at the man's wanting.  I burned his wanting up like a piece of tissue paper in a flame. Maybe I burned too strongly this time? Behind us, I heard a crash and people were running in that direction. I closed my eyes tightly and made my special eyes go back to sleep. 

9 comments:

  1. Oh yes.. those eyes seems to have a special power... like one of the special gifted Marvel children

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  2. Or like Stephen King's 'Carrie'? Nothing more powerful than a brother and sister's loving bond. :D

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  3. Well done--I saw it too!

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  4. Brilliant take on the photo! Your words (and your imagination) made me smile, for sure!

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  5. Helen, this is outstanding. Such a vision in a tale told well!

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  6. It's all in that stare ...love this. Great write!

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