She sat in the circle. Alone
and vulnerable, with only a line of salt to protect her. Her only light a
single candle. They looked at her from the outside. They couldn’t reach her
without breaching the circle.
They knew what
she was getting herself into, but they could not warn her. They knew nothing
would be the same once again. They hope it would not burn her soul too much.
Placed in
front of the woman was a goblet. Dark liquid filled its bowl. They watched her
mutter some strange incantation and lift the vessel to her mouth. She drank it
down. Her eyes opened and her Universe shattered into sharp pieces.
Ó Michelle Ward Feb 2011
