Magic for Everyday

Vintage Unicorn

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She picked at her cuticle, her nail scraping at the skin that had grown terribly hard and calloused, and now extended like a unicorn’s horn, on her middle, tallest finger. “That’s prophetic,” she thought wryly, giving the side-eye to her boyfriend.  Continue reading

January 30: Prepare

Just Jot It January

(To access the beginning of this 6-part series, please visit here: Solitude’s End)

Time Will Tell

Flora never met the little forest man in person, after all, although the storm had passed through over night, and the day that followed was sunny and unusually warm for the time of year. But she had seen his tiny footprints in the morning dew on the cement slab of the sheltered porch.  Continue reading