Floating topmost in the well of Joseph’s memories was the face – the body – of a woman, with wide green eyes, cleft chin, sleepy smile, deep-mahogany hair that flowed over her naked shoulders, her skin smooth and pale as moonlight on still waters; the mage rocked back in the shock its intensity, as other images followed and flooded him.
A toddler, tousled hair like freshly cut carrot and sharing features so similar to his mother’s; a fair-haired infant in the woman’s – her name was Bethany – arms who sang an Appalachian folksong to the baby in a sweet mezzo-soprano; another image of the same woman, singing the same song on a warped wooden stage, mountains blue behind her, the stars outshining the thin spotlight that rose below her bare feet and riffled through the thin weave of her summer skirt; quickly replaced by an image of two children – Andrew and Eloise — in a shaded sandbox, laughing up at him as they poured cool sand over a man’s feet, not his own solid, bear-like feet because these were long and thin and bony.
The mage buried his face in his hands and pulled away from the labyrinth of the man’s memories. This Joseph’s memories were more powerful than any spell he had ever woven throughout his centuries of practicing magic. He swore that if there was any way he could bring this man back to his blessed life, he would do so, no matter how long it took.
The three weird sisters sat at their eternal post, watching the gambit, laughing softly as the dark-eyed sister picked up a new thread, glittering with warm moonlight, and handed it to the golden-eyed weaver, who incorporated it into an existing pattern, while the sister with the calm, sea-green eyes rested her shears in the silky folds of her skirt.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2022)
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