Using Vegas as a launching point, we visited every Utah national park, as well as the Grand Canyon. Wow. A whole lot of wow. Very, very big rock formations and vast landscapes. I drew a few of the animals we saw. We saw marmots at Capitol Reef. Pronghorns were between Bryce Canyon and Capitol Reef, when …
Over at Terribleminds last week, everyone wrote an opening sentence. This week, the challenge was to pick one and write a story using it. so, here we go!
The Wedding Bats
The earthquake and bat infestation shocked everyone at the wedding but Gwen, who had conjured them.
Her sister Marcy had picked a resort in the mountains for her big day. It was close to research and family, both of which would be left behind in a few weeks. Marcy and Dave were moving to the northern reaches of Canada. Gwen knew polar bears and caribou could never compare to the greenery they had here.
She tried not to cry during the ceremony, and failed almost instantly. Their grandmother acted as officiate; her eyes were watering too. Everyone the couple loved was there. The only disappointment was that they couldn’t schedule the ceremony for the evening. Gwen glanced at the scroll poking out between the bright orange flowers of her bouquet. Her sister was going to get that special send-off. No matter what.
Just as vows began, she carefully, secretly, unfurled the scroll. It was a spell she’d only used once before; she was still a freshman in the occult program. She waited until just after Marcy said “I do” to begin whispering the incantation.
Their grandmother smiled and raised her hands over the couple.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife.”
The earthquake started right on cue. The audience murmured as their chairs and the nearby snack table shook. Gwen bit her lip to prevent from smirking. This was going to be great.
Her grandmother wobbled a little. Dave held out a hand to steady her, but she waved him off.
“Don’t worry about me. You two should be kissing!”
The laugh that got from the audience quickly turned into one giant, collective gasp. The hill they were on directly overlooked the cave where Marcy did her research. A shrieking black cloud emerged from the cave as Marcy and Dave kissed.
The newlyweds looked up to see thousands of bats flying overhead. The look on their faces was priceless. Gwen giggled, which made her sister turn around.
“You! You did this?”
Gwen nodded at her wide-eyed sibling. Now it was her sister’s turn to cry. She smiled as they shared a tight hug.
“They’ve been your friends for months now. Didn’t seem fair that they didn’t get an invite.”
“Thank you. It’s perfect.”
Over Marcy’s shoulder, Gwen could see the bats swooping around the hilltop, drawn by her magic. They were starting to get into everything. She sighed.
“I’m glad you like it, because I don’t have a spell to make them fly away.”
Because it’s been a while since I’ve had any lagomorphic monstrosities on the blog.
It’s the lunar new year!
It is months late, but winter has arrived in full at the forest. It’s pretty! And pretty cold.