Author’s Note: Welcome to the third piece for Quick Fiction Fridays. This time it’s a short, completely new, never been written piece. Unedited, as always. Today this short fiction vaguely touches on a Wiccan practice called binding. As a warning, it is a good rule of thumb to not mess with things you are unfamiliar with. That’s what the two characters in this story are about. Don’t forget, you can share your own short fiction under the #QUICKFIC hashtag. Miss my last quick fiction? No worries, read it here.
“An it harm none, do what ye will”
They crept up to the attic, the dust catching the light as it drifted in front of the window. She caught the edge of her skirt on an old wooden trunk, but paid no notice as the fabric tore. The other girl was more eager, her feet barely leaving a whisper on the floor behind her.
“What are we doing up here?” She crossed her arms, even though there was no chill. “Let’s just go back.”
“Wait,” the other insisted. “You’ll never believe what I found.” She pulled a paisley printed sheet off a of a moth-eaten armchair in the corner. A miniature chest, identical to the one she had snagged her skirt on, rested there.
Her curiosity was starting to get the better of her. The other girl looked over at her with a grin on her face, she knew. They’d been friends far too long. “What’s in it,” she asked Daisy.
Daisy pulled up the lid on the box. There sat a journal with a faded cover, cords tied in knots and strings without, plus many colorful stones. Stacia picked up the purple one and was surprised by how warm it felt.
Daisy had the journal flipped open on her lap. “A spell to bind,” she recited. “To protect or cease someone from doing something. Links the energies of the caster and other person together.”
She paused and looked at Stacia. “Do you think it would work?”
Stacia chewed her bottom lip. “I don’t know, and I don’t think I want to find out.”
Daisy tilted her head to the right. A hint of a challenge brewed just behind her eyes. Reaching over she pulled a yellow silk cord from the box. “Are you sure?”
There were two choices in front of her and she knew which one she would choose…