Disappeared 27

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Getting used to existing as — near as he could figure — a ghost, was odd at first for the Scottish mage.  A jovial man, he missed the excitement of being part of and even instigating high drama in the human condition; since his transformation, the energy needed to work his will on the physical realm was exhausting. 

He became a watcher instead, randomly sliding like a sigh from one scenario to the next, noticed only by the most perceptive as a dappling through summer shade, the rattle of autumn leaves across wooded dirt paths, or the glittering space between frosty bursts of winter wind.

Decades passed, and through his loneliness, the Scotsman developed a small spark of empathy for those he observed, often returning to the sewer walkway beneath the robber-baron’s mansion to contemplate in detached, logical reflection of what life might mean to others.

It would have remained detached reflection, had not a young man, a folklorist with a shaggy mop of hair, rangy limbs, a keen intelligence and sharp ambition, accompanied by a sense of reckless adventure, entered his realm by taking up a mallet and chisel to strike his brass plaque from the wall, sending it and half the tunnel tumbling.

The young man had caught the plaque before it slithered into the quickly moving sewer water, read aloud most of the runes inscribed, and just like that, the two men were sharing space in the half-realm created by the mage’s spell.

© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2022)

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27 thoughts on “Disappeared 27

  1. I don’t pretend to understand the story. But I think we all have a reaction on first read of a SSS.
    We all are detached and lonely – wandering and wondering what life means to others and to ourselves. No rescue insight.

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    • I’m glad you’re able to connect…that’s the most important thing!
      This is the 14th week of writing 2 posts a week for this serial story. I keep having to go back to remember details, Lol. I’m curious to see how it holds together as a whole — with a few tweaks — once I write the concluding post. 🤔

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  2. I seem to be simpatico with Doug, for me, my ‘damn! I wish I’d come up with that’ line is: …’sliding like a sigh
    Such a simple four words, but so evocative!
    half-realm? all-right! lets hear more!

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  3. WOW…good story, and for some reason I’m fixated on the “spark of empathy”–I can relate to that, which I found can be fanned into greater flame 🙂

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    • (Yeah, had to bring the side story back to the main event. Flip!!)
      In some ways, we can all be watchers. And the question becomes about how to influence toward the greater good. Perhaps?

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  4. I like these sixes for this reason, Liz! You can dip in and out of all sorts of different realms in such a short time, and feel like you’ve spent a lot longer there! Fabulous!

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  5. In awe of this inspired passage, Liz. ‘He became a watcher instead, randomly sliding like a sigh from one scenario to the next, noticed only by the most perceptive as a dappling through summer shade, the rattle of autumn leaves across wooded dirt paths, or the glittering space between frosty bursts of winter wind.’ Yours is a rare talent. I mean it in the best possible way when I say I don’t care where this saga is going as long as I van read gems like this along the way.

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