The Scottish mage couldn’t bear to tell Joseph that his wife, Bethany, had moved on and married a fast-talking, Grecian Hair Formula-loving, admittedly good looking and virile older man; the younger man was in enough pain as it was.
The mage chuckled grimly as he mentally probed down into the older man’s cellular level and noted the creeping neurotoxins that would soon spread to his internal organs: Such was the price of vanity!
He thought of Bethany, and immediately arrived, through the Shadow World, on the woman’s back steps, sitting next to her as she sipped her first cup of morning coffee; she gagged at the taste and dumped her cup in a scraggly pot of Chrysanthemums gone leggy.
Behind her, inside the house, Andrew and Eloise guffawed as the television clunked and boinged, skidded and crashed, with whatever was airing on the Cartoon Flight Spectaculanza Channel.
The mage turned his attention back to Bethany, for whom he had begun to feel protective, due to Joseph’s absence in her life and his tragic presence in his own half-life, and he scanned her, worried that she might be ill. Probing deeper, he followed to whence he was beckoned, and noted an excitation of cells and a swirling of spirit – no, two spirits – followed by a cascade of giggles.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2022)
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