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There are two rocks in the field behind the cemetery. Everyone calls them the “Spirit Rocks” because they believe on every Summer Solstice, when the barrier between our and the spirit world is at its weakest, spirits would cross into our world to complete their businesses.
What kind of business? I have no idea. I know one thing. I don’t believe in spirit, at least not until I see them.
So that’s what I’ve set out to do this Solstice. Unfortunately, my nemesis of a brother has other things in mind. Oh, did I mention? We’re witches, at least, everyone seems to believe we have some kind of magical power.
“Face it Olivia,” Jake taunts as he stalks me through the cemetery. “You are just too chicken to unleash your power.” He’s not entirely wrong. I’m afraid but mostly, I just don’t know how.
“Leave me alone!” He chases me all the way to the rocks and I see it. The barrier, the great light between the rocks, the spirit world. Unfortunately, I didn’t see this coming.
I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.