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Flash Fiction

Wish Weaver

The weaver was back in the market today. I saw Abrar sneak into her shop on my way to the butcher but even if I hadn’t, Rukhsar’s relaxed manner and missing gold earrings the next day would have given it away.

 

The weaver knits wishes with needles carved from enchanted oak wood or fae silver drenched in the light of a full blood moon. The yarn is said to be woven with spices and the deepest desires of your heart.  

 

Red and turmeric for passion that doesn’t wound, green and cardamom for good harvest and a sweet-smelling son. Yellow with caraway seeds for a productive day and dreamless sleep and black dibbed in crows’ blood to send bad luck to a rival or jilting lover.

 

The green and black ones are expensive; more than the pink ones for love and gray ones for nightmares. I think it’s because they require double-pointed needles of dragon gold, the u-shaped end holding down the wisher’s intentions to weave it into the pattern. [No wonder Rukhsar looked so pale.] Mother disagrees. She says it’s because some dreams are fickle and can turn out to be nightmares cloaked in moonlight. It is magic most volatile so don’t be surprised if the weaver turns you away with a dismissive flick of a withered, ringed hand.  

 

People say once she turns you down, do not dare return or you’ll get a charm whether you want it or not. People also say once she makes you a charm, don’t let it touch another hand, human or otherwise.

There was no line outside her shop as I made my way home but the door was open. I wonder if she’d take on an apprentice?

 

The weaver was back in the market today. I saw Abrar sneak into her shop on my way out but even if I hadn’t, Rukhsar’s relaxed manner and missing gold earrings would have given it away.

 

The weaver knits wishes with needles carved from enchanted oak or fae silver drenched in the light of a full blood moon. The yarn is said to be woven with spices and the deepest desires of your heart.  

 

Red and turmeric for passion that doesn’t wound, green and cardamom for good harvest and a sweet-smelling son. Yellow with caraway seeds for a productive day and dreamless sleep and black dibbed in crows’ blood to send bad luck to a rival or jilting lover.

 

The green and black ones are expensive; more than the pink ones for love and gray ones for nightmares. I think it’s because they require double-pointed needles of dragon gold, the u-shaped end holding down the wisher’s intentions to weave it into the pattern. [No wonder Rukhsar looked so pale.] Mother disagrees. She says it’s because some dreams are fickle and can turn out to be nightmares cloaked in moonlight. It is magic most volatile so don’t be surprised if the weaver turns you away with a flippant flick of a withered, ringed hand.  

 

People say once she turns you down, do not dare return or you’ll get a charm whether you want it or not. People also say once she makes you a charm, don’t let it touch another hand, human or otherwise.

 

There was no line outside her shop as I made my way home but the door was open. I wonder if she’d take on an apprentice?

 

There was no line outside her shop as I made my way home but the door was open. I wonder if she’d take on an apprentice?

 

THE END.

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