Today's #flashfiction The Spell Tree

“Yabba dabba doo!”

Ralph Kramden, the Honeymooners* #quote

Today I asked myself a question: if you wrap a strip wire around a pole, should you give it money?

The Spell Tree

      The young witch with the help of her mother finally had readied her first spell tree for harvest. She plant her the seed in just the right place. She had to fertilize the soil with the bodies of goblins and water it with dragon's blood. The tree would gather dark magic and the greatest curses could be born from its fruit.

        At least that's what supposed happen with the spell tree of a normal witch.

        But this young witch had actually sprinkled fairy dust on the soil so that as the tree grew instead of creating dark magic, good, pure magic would grow. She had learned that this would happen from an old book tucked away in the back of her mother's spell book library. When the fruit became ripe she quickly took them off the tree. The mother thought that the fruit weren't even becoming ripe. But when the mother finally found a ripe fruit she inspected it. She noticed how unusual it was and tasted it. From that taste she could tell it was not an dark magic fruit. She confronted the young witch and the young witch admitted to what she was doing. She told her mother she was taking them to market and selling the fruit to all the good wizards to save up money to buy a wand to cast good magic because her wand could only cast evil magic. She wanted to cast the good spells herself. The mother brought the young witch inside the house, spanked her and grounded her.

       What the young witch didn't tell her mother was that she actually took most of the fruit and planted it in the garden so that soon the entire garden would be filled with pure magic spell trees.