Dance, Old Bones

“Humans are mad. I like that about them. My best friend finds that fact about our companions somewhat worrying. But no wise soul could expect any less from a dog who was named after his severe separation anxiety. I, on the other paw—”

“Cobweb, would you please stop mewing to yourself and come with me to our Mistress’ studio?”

If my dear friend, YoBoy (which, by the way, means I’m going in Spanish) had one imagination bone in his body, I would tell him that I’m narrating for you. But every one of his bones is made of dread and of need to please, so I won’t waste my spit. “I was not mewing to myself, dog.”

“Sure you weren’t,” YoBoy barked. “But we’ve no time to discuss your feline weirds right now. Our Mistress and her friends are writing and painting and singing and sculpting and sniffing… and, as always, they are doing it separately. We need to show them that if they are to rescue the others from the killing man, they must craft as one. Our human needs our help, lady cat.”

“We can’t go—” I began to say.

“We must. Everything depends on it. If we don’t, everything will stop being. We would never be able to come back. Don’t you know what that would mean, cat? Our home won’t exist! Our…”

I stopped the neurotic dog’s yapping right before he choked on his own desperation. “We can’t go before we pick up Old Bones. Our influence hasn’t been enough. We need her help, YoBoy.”

The dog was panting too hard for words, but he followed my steps to our Mistress’ bedroom.

dance-old-bonesOld Bones sat on our Mistress’ mantel surrounded by candles, flowers, stones, and old photos of long gone humans. Her perpetual grin looked… peculiar. But I couldn’t figure out why. “YoBoy, do you noticed something different about Old Bones?”

“The flowers,” YoBoy said, in a shaky voice that turned him into a puppy. “Look at the flowers.”

“I saw the flowers, and they stink to high hells,” I hissed. Fresh flowers always made me sneeze. “I don’t care about the damn…” Fresh flowers? I finished in my head. “That is not possible,” I said. “Those flowers have been dead since—”

“The flowers died on the same day your Mistress stopped dancing,” Old Bones said. “With the stillness of human feet, came the rotting of rivers, the shriveling of unripe fruit, the slowing of flesh, of blood, of hearts.”

“You can’t be talking,” YoBoy said to Old Bones. “You’ve got no lips,”

I glared at the dog, and said, “We come back from the dead every All Hallows’ Eve, and you are shocked by a talking skull?”

“I…” He began to whine. “Old Bones never talked before. I just thought—”

“No you didn’t,” I said. And pretended I wasn’t feeling as perplexed as he was. “Help me with Old Bones. We need to take her and some of the flowers to the studio. If this doesn’t give our Mistress the push she needs to get started, then nothing will.”

I held my breath and gently closed my jaws around the stems of three daisies.

YoBoy, his expression haunted, tried to grab Old Bones with a shaky paw. When that didn’t work, he bit the side of Old Bones’ left eye socket and followed me out of the room, whining.

dance-old-bonesA cat, a dog, and a talking skull walked into a tiny room and no human found that strange. They smiled at us, before returning their gazes to the cauldron bubbling in the middle of the studio.

YoBoy and I placed the flowers and Old Bones at our Mistress’ feet. She arranged them by the cauldron, next to a camera, books, a spoon, knitting needles, and a puppet that smirked creepily.

I smiled, and said to YoBoy, “Maybe they can come up with a spell that will make the others better, and get them away from the killing man.”

Old Bones spoke through nearly transparent lips. “They are working together, my girl-child and her friends. The healing has already begun.” Three daisies multiplied around Old Bones’ skull, to form a crown that encircled a brow, which wrinkled with a smile that was a longer-lived version of my mistress’ grin. All Hallows’ Eve magic gave Old Bones arms, legs, feet… and she danced.
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the wee notes…
– YoBoy was my brother’s dog. My brother failed to name his dog. And since the dog followed my brother everywhere, and my brother was always crying “Yo boy!” (I’m going in Spanish”) whenever my mother left the house, the dog started answering to YoBoy. The name stuck.
– Cobweb was my sweet friend Yvonne’s cat. Cobweb is no longer in the world of the living, but I know that her feline soul (and her memory) will always live… to boss others around.
– This is my contribution to Witches in Fiction 2016: Spelling Healing into a Rotting World.
– Linked to Prompt Nights – A Million Years Howl When Voices Whisper Among The Trees – Halloween Special

spelling-healing-into-a-rotting-world“Spelling Healing into a Rotting World”, by SunshineShelle

Spelling Healing into a Rotting World… Witches in Fiction 2016

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Welcome to the 6th year of Witches in Fiction, my Luvs. Today, storytellers, painters, crafters, sculptors, potion makers, ninjas, gardeners, photographers, potion drinkers, knitters, poets, doll makers… have brought their arts together in order to Spell Healing into a Rotting World.

If you have posted something for the party, please leave me a comment with your name, your post title, and the direct link to your entry. I’m adding my own information as an example:
– “Dance Old Bones”, by Magaly Guerrero – http://magalyguerrero.com/dance-old-bones/

I will add your links to the Party Day List (see below) as they come in. Please visit other partiers—it’s wicked fun, it’s polite, and it’s the main reason behind this healing party.

If you’ve yet to enter this year’s giveaways, please take a moment (or three) to do so now. All the giveaways will remain open until October 24th at 10:13 pm, EDT. Here are the goodies:
– 1st Giveaway – Groovy Crow, sponsored by Little Gothic Horrors
– 2nd Giveaway – Herbal Healing Salve, Love the Girls (breast massage oil), Florida Water, Prosperity Spray, and Rue Water, sponsored by Three Cats and a Broom
– 3rd Giveaway – A Circle of Healing and Love (bracelet), sponsored by Eliora
– 4th Giveaway – Avalon Eau de Parfum, sponsored by Alchemy & Ashes
– 5th Giveaway – Painting, Notebook and Pen, sponsored by SunshineShelle
– 6th Giveaway – The Basket (“Dancing around the Healing Cauldron”)
• A painting, by Magic Love Crow
• A tarot reading and a past life regression, by Touch of the Goddess
• A doll, by Olde Baggs & Stuffed Shirts
• Books, a $31.07 gift card, a tote bag, and a framed blackout poem, by Magaly Guerrero

Wishing you had more chances to win the giveaways?
– Some of our sponsors are also party participants. Anyone who comments on their posts (and has commented on the original giveaway) will get an extra entry to the specific giveaway.

Do enjoy yourselves, my Wicked Luvs. I wish we breed nothing but wonderful things out of this art-filled exchange. May we all get to smile happily… and wickedly, of course. 😉

Party Day List

– “Dance, Old Bones” – Magaly Guerrero
– “Peace Potion” – Pen and Feather (Sharon)
– “Heart Shape” – Witchcraft and Literature (Anna)
– “Healing Gaia (The Spirit of the Earth)” – Holly’s Horrorland
– “Smelling the Rot…” Moon Daisies, part 7 – Daydream Believers (Gina)
– “The Darkest Kiss” – Kestril’s Rhythms and Groove (Rommy)
– “Hope” – Ms Misantropia
– “Ribbons Dripping Healing” – Emotion (Sometimes) Recollected in Tranquility (Esther)
– “Healing Wish” – A Dash of Sunny (Sanaa)
– “Kindness” – Incipient Wings (Marfi)
– “Witches in Fiction 2016” – Little Gothic Horrors (Emma)
– “The WoMan with a Book” – Khaya Ronkainen
– “Healing from the Otherside” – Laura and Her Favorite Things
– “An Exuberant Song” – Cackle and Hoot (Lora Mahaffey)
– “Releasing The Power Of Gen 7” – Gypsy Spirit Rising (Holly)
– “We’re gonna need a Bigger bandaid!” – SunshineShelle
– “The Veil Keeper and a spell… WiF 2016” – Olde Baggs & Stuffed Shirts (Oma Linda)
– “Hekate” – Anima ex Manus Art Dolls (Ioanna Tsouka)
– “The Basket” – Magic Love Crow (Stacy)
– “Witches in Fiction 2016: Narcisa the Witches Wonder Cat” – Foreigner in My Own Backyard
“For Witches in Fiction 2016 – Spelling Healing into a Rotting World” – Rasz Art Designs