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The Crone (for little sis)  

wickedeasy 74F
11076 posts
1/18/2018 12:27 pm
The Crone (for little sis)


He could not find it in him to cross the small bridge. After all the miles he’d hiked to get here, after the fasting, after the months of searching to find this place, he stood, frozen just a few hundred feet from a door that he had sworn to open, to crash through, to burn if need be. He panted, hands on his knees, bent double as if he had run for miles, stomach roiling.

Watching, he saw the door open inward to darkness. A tiny bent woman with white hair nearly to her knees, a froth of wiry strands blown by a wind unseen, unfelt, crept forward incrementally followed by a so large, so lupine that he could but stare as he straightened for a better view. Her hand deep in his fur, they moved across the wooden slats of the porch, the wolf/prodding her, her soft laughter drifting towards him as she settled into a rocker, her skirts which seemed to be blue, green, purple, catching the sun, her hair, flying.

“Well now, you fixin’ on coming across?”

Startled, assuming himself to be well hidden in the bushes, he stepped out.

He ran across the bridge, across the small verdant yard, halting only when the yes wolf stood, eying him.

She sniffed the air. He could see now that she was blind. It gave him the courage to move closer.

“Step on back . If you’re thirsty, there’s tea on the table inside. Bring some for me, let’s get this done.”

He stepped into the dim, smells of herbs, fire, food flooded his senses. The room belied the exterior seeming so much larger, and he was tempted to wander when her voice pulled him back to task. Filling the glasses, already set on the table, he hurried back outside, setting one on the ledge beside her and sat on the porch edge. As the first mouthful slipped down his throat, he felt the cold, then a long sweet release as if part of him that had been held so tight for so long, let go.

The numinous moment came out of him in a small moan. The crone smiled, “ feels good going down, eh?”

“yes, is it magic?” He asked, stunned.

“it’s tea.” Reaching into her pocket she slipped something to the wolf who he chewed it thoughtfully before swallowing, licking her small hand, settling at her feet, closing his eyes.

“I need an answer from you.”

She sat silently, breathing in the clean air, listening. But to what? To him, or to the sound of the water over the rocks in the creek, the soft shushing of the wind dancing in the tree tops, the thousand of sounds he began to pick out of the air around him, the gentle chuffing from the sleeping dog. The repetitive groan from the loose board when she rocked back…

When he woke, the door was ajar. It was nearly sunrise. He could smell the fire, the bacon. She called out, “nearly ready, if’n you’re hungry.”. He stretched, moved quickly. She pointed, “toilet”. Gratified, he washed up hurriedly. They ate in silence.

He did the cleanup. As he stood at the door, the came to him, pushing him gently forward. She stood by the table, today dressed all in green. He wondered how she knew what she was wearing.

“Just do.”

He smiled, “thank you.”

She nodded….”off you go then.”

As he crossed the bridge he did not look back. He was afraid that if he did, there would be no house, no bridge, no stream, no wolf. He walked steadily forward. As we sometimes must.

You cannot conceive the many without the one.


wickedeasy 74F
32404 posts
1/18/2018 12:32 pm

there are people here who i love. they know how to love and they do it with amazing grace. they do it with guts and gusto and they keep doing it long after common sense would have stopped most people.

little sis. you are so much bigger and better than this world deserves. i want to be you when i grow up..............grins.

warrior, goddess, crone, and snarky whiny bitch - fuckin' A

You cannot conceive the many without the one.


HamburgDave2 80M
16526 posts
1/18/2018 12:53 pm

Awesome Words my Friend

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Eviloutlaw1 62M
5180 posts
1/18/2018 1:09 pm

I enjoyed the story...my cup of tea you might say.


kzoopair 72M/71F
25831 posts
1/18/2018 1:15 pm

Common sense...sometimes I think I have it, and other times I'm sure I don't. Today I don't care.

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wickedeasy replies on 1/19/2018 12:33 pm:
you are not the least bit common......

lindoboy100 61M
23969 posts
1/18/2018 4:11 pm

Wonderful words..........

You're there already..........


Tmptrzz 61F  
107039 posts
1/18/2018 6:41 pm

What an interesting read, thank you hun I like these little tales that you share with us..

Seduce the mind and see what a wonderful adventure the body will take you on..


christylovesfun 51F  
16880 posts
1/18/2018 8:09 pm

miles to go

and I'm wrapped in velvet and there is food cooking and I'm drinking wine, and I'm putting my shoulders back and the bit in my mouth

I love you

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety. Other women cloy
The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry
Where most she satisfies. For vilest things
Become themselves in her, that the holy priests
Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra


wickedeasy replies on 1/19/2018 12:31 pm:
bite down little sis.

i love you to the moon and back

sweet_VM 65F
81699 posts
1/20/2018 8:48 am

Your story was awesome hugs V loved it

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christylovesfun 51F  
16880 posts
1/21/2018 7:58 am

I keep coming back to read this over and over. I read it to my brother, too.

He loved it.

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety. Other women cloy
The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry
Where most she satisfies. For vilest things
Become themselves in her, that the holy priests
Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra


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