DreamWeaver

{Denise gracefully hosts Six Sentence Stories, where writers unleash their magic under one simple rule: in no more or no less than 6 sentences.
This week’s prompt word is : SPARK
Continuing from Denise’s “A hand taken needs a hand offered”. A Café Six.
A Tale from the Six Sentence Café & Bistro.}

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DreamWeaver

 

Impromptu party…what better way to bookend a series of events leading to and a host of possible pathways heading from the Six Sentence Café & Bistro; eventually everyone took their leave, patrons and Proprietors alike, surfing away as autumn leaves from their trees, undertexts of farewell, later, promise.

 

Denise the Bartender, emerged  from the Manager’s office heading home to replenish her stamina after the roller-coaster named self-induced coma; Tom & Mimi switched off the renovated kitchen lights and left debating the new SSC&B seasonal menu; Ford the Supplier, in unmistakable Peaky Blinders style entered a blacked out Camaro revving at the entrance, saying “ I’ll be back!”; Jenne the Inscrutable & Chris the Raconteuse bending the restraints of spacetime, their presence marked by two glasses of JG apricot cocktail and a note under the Reserved sign on their alcove table “From North and South in silence we meet, Until we come together the sun to greet.”; Clark the Tall Thin Man{ager} reluctantly surrendered the SSC&B keys to Nick the Gatekeeper ( for Clark is known to enjoy the wake of a full night at the Café) but not before Nick extracted from him a date when they collectively finish the cottage and landscaping at Clark’s property.

 

Rain began to fall tambouring down the transom windows, magic moment approaches, lights out but a purple LED haze from behind the bar, as Nick grabbed a chair, the air around him still charged with talks, jokes, laughter, songs, flirts, hopes, tears, balloons going (or not) up in the sky; one look towards the kitchen hall was enough for Hūnga to come by his side, wearing that guilty face as he swallowed the treat Mimi gave him – good understanding those two have: I won’t tell, if you don’t.

 

“It’s time” he whispered to Hūnga, making him tilt his head with eyes fixed on Nick’s face; before Denise found the Gatekeeper by the seawall (Epilogus), there was a word of warning by Nyx that sealed the ending of whatever powers he had as the Wizard – thus, Nick’s response to Denise “No need to call it”; his only request from Nyx was to allow him to use his magic one last time…and it was granted.

 

Nick became a spectral form as he started chanting in an ancient language for the last time as the Wizard…a growing spiral of entangled particles sprang from his hands until with a silent burst of sparks morphed into seven streams seeking the consciousness of Chris, Tom, Ford, Jenne, Mimi, Clark and Denise; to each one of them creating the most beautiful, heartwarming dream they can have…dreams that will remain by their side after they wake up, becoming seeds of a future, theirs to keep forever.

 

As the identity of the Wizard was dissolving into a cascade of cosmic debris once and for all, Nick with his hands now embracing a sleeping Hūnga tacked in his lap, was calm  – one could even say there was a smile forming under his beard…life should be reciprocal & magic existing in the company the Gatekeeper keeps, is magic more than enough.

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BY THE COMPANY OF WARRIORS I KEEP

Spira / Nick © September 2022

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