Since the lights went out, the business of living had become both more difficult and much easier. When she thought back to her life before, Amber wondered why she always felt so busy and stressed when life’s essentials were so easy to acquire. During those bright, secure days she woke up in a warm bed. When she got up, she turned on a tap and warm water came out. She could straighten her hair with a flat iron and then get annoyed like it was her only problem if it rained and the humidity ruined her sleek long hairstyle.
Now, she brushed her wild curls out of her eyes and tucked hair behind her ears smiling ruefully. Yes, things had changed for sure.
She settled behind the hedge at a spot where she could easily see through to the lake. She waited for a very long time and then she saw it again.
At first she thought it was a bird flying across the dark water, but the flight was too steady and straight; the creature moved swiftly along just a few feet above the water about one hundred feet from the shore. Amber parted the branches of the hedge and squinted her eyes to see more clearly.
It looked like. . . could it be? It was a naked woman, seated on a broom, thighs tightly gripping the long handle and hands holding on behind. The silhouette of her sharp nose matched the pointed outline of her breasts below and she hunched over, intent on maintaining her balance as she skimmed along, her hair flying behind her.
It was an unsettling sight to behold and yet Amber was not alarmed. She had come to realize that since the lights had gone out, the magickal world that was once thought to be lost forever was slowly regaining hold and the artists’ brush strokes that once may have delineated the fantastic from the mundane were becoming less and less defined.
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