PHOTO PROMPT © Janet Webb
Joan had been living in this desolated neighborhood. Desolated, but pretty, thanks to nature’s abundance.
While her father undertook business trips, her mother was the anchor at home. Crocheting by the fire, her hands weaved magic.For the very first time, her mother had gone out for a day.
The storeroom was where her mother had stacked her creations.Boredom striking,characteristic of a restless teen, she marched off to the storeroom. Admist the numerous handiwork she was surprised to find a pot emanating light of its own.From afar, she could even smell the wonderful perfume it produced.
A practiced art at work or a magician’s trick?
~100 words
Acknowledgements :- Thanks Rochelle Wisoff- Fields for running the challenge at Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write in about 100 words based on the photo prompt. For guidelines please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.
Kitty's Verses 
You write out of the prompt very beautifully…like the whole story…a suggestion hope you don’t mind…mention Joan age…it will be more complete as well as appealing one…
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Oh is it, Sangbad? I didn’t think of that part. I’ll do it. Thank you very much.
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You are welcome Kitty…and always it is…
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I have updated, Sangbad. Glad of the suggestion!
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It’s okay…but I’m seeing that…will check later…
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Dear Kitty,
Ethereal and magical piece.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks a lot, Rochelle.
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Nice story, Kitty.
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Thanks a lot, Moon 🙂
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Wow! I actually felt like I was transported there. In the pot. Looking back at the subject. Well done!
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The magic of art – nicely crafted.
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Really cool, Kitty. I like the rhythm of the piece. It has some kind of musicality to it with helps the content immensely. Nice job this week.
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What an intriguing find. The magic of art.
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Lovely work – liked the mystical sense you created. Not sure if that magical jar is good or sinister though! 🙂
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Magic has a place… hope the magic is benign
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Yes true. Thank you very much for stopping by and reading 🙂
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Great story here! Your words flow together so nicely, and they make a fantastic take on the prompt 🙂
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Ah, magic. Beautiful.
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Very imaginative take.
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Thank you, Sandra 🙂
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Liked the suspense in the end
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Thank you, Balaka 🙂
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A restless teenager and a magical perfume jar. I believe that you could get quite a few stories for this story.
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Yes. Thank you for the appreciation and motivation, Michael 🙂
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So, she lifts up the pot, inhales deeply of the perfume, and drifts into another realm. . . .
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Hahaha, yes. Thank you very much for stopping by and reading.
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Magical or a figment of her imagination(because she seems quite bored and alone)?
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It’s a magical take, that’s how I started it, now that you’ve given this new idea( figment of her imagination) it could be that too. Thanks a lot for stopping by and reading, Namratha.
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Surely her mother must have forbidden her to enter the storeroom and she like a true teen ventured inside. A very magical story.
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Yea, her mother had forbidden her. Thanks a lot for the appreciation, Kalpana.
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Well done. You story reminds me of how I used to explore my mother’s things in the storeroom under the house, which I wasn’t allowed to do. I like the idea of something magical being hidden amongst the crochet. Never underestimate anyone. Goodness knows what this seemingly mild-manner crochet lady is really up to!
xx Rowena
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Hahaha, I’m glad that it brought back memories of your own. Thank you very much for stopping by and reading and also for the appreciation too.
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