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Writer's Cramp, 10/9/22 |
The writing prompt for the day was Halloween-themed. My word-addled brain ran multiple laps looking for a way in. I considered mining my own experience for inspiration – Like the time I saw an actual vampire driving a car on the Bay Bridge in San Fran. Was it real or just fantasy? I know what I felt in the moment, that October 31st nearly a decade ago... Blood running cold is a real phenomenon. Reflections of a ghost – the past through diaphanous glasses. Seems too easy, too obvious, yet that image remains: A public and intensely personal encounter with the supernatural. There is much more to this world than meets the eye. The Old Ones still maintain a presence, free to mingle when the time is right. I had to seek the witch for answers. Which witch? I wasn't sure. Briefly I considered myself a warlock, then laughed it off. My body formed a sigil and the symbol was not lost on me. I found the temple within and confronted the devil. A choir of sacred voices announce the encounter. Speech bubbles appear above my head, reflected in the mirror. I see my antithesis, the zombie, staring dumbly at me. The voices of children sing a refrain. Cool autumn air rides on fire. Fueled by lavender and carbon I walk the night. Rejuvenated! |