I
got as comfortable as I could on a medium sized rock next to the fire and ate
the bread thinking as loudly as my mind could shout, “If I turn into a frog, this
is your fault.”
I
listened carefully to the silence around me hoping to hear the voice again, but
not too disappointed when no one answered my thoughts. The bread was deliciously soft and warm. It tasted like whole wheat, but the grain was
meatier and more satisfying than any wheat bread I had ever eaten.
After
I finished the bread I found a canteen in the tent next to a cot. I took a long drink realizing I was much
thirstier than I had originally thought.
When I finished the whole canteen I pulled the blankets back from the
cot to check for bugs or spiders or anything magical that could bite me.
Finding
nothing I climbed under the blankets and fell asleep. I totally expected to wake up in my hotel
room and go through another day of flying, but to my surprise I woke up the
next morning in the tent. Sunlight was
trickling through the rock hard leaves of the trees and through the opening.
I
stretched and yawned and crawled out from under the blankets. I had slept soundly and surprisingly warm and
comfortable. I put my shoes back on my
feet and reached for the canteen. As I
lifted it I remembered that I had drained it the night before, but I found it
was still full.
I
shook my head gratefully reminding my brain that I was in some sort of a fairy
tale and that things like this were going to happen, a lot. I took a smaller sip this time not sure how
long the magic canteen would last today.
When
I left the tent I saw the fire still burning cheerfully and another loaf of
bread on the metal plate. Hungrily I
reached out and picked it up. Offering a
prayer of thanks I took a bite expecting the meaty, delicious meal from the
previous evening.
This
time, however, the bread tasted like the most delicious orange roll I had ever
eaten. It wasn’t too sweet, but it felt
like I was actually biting into an orange.
I chewed slowly reveling in the sensations that delighted my
tongue. I spent at least ten minutes
devouring the bread and when I had finished the last crumb I was sad and
annoyed with myself that I hadn’t saved some for my day’s journey.
I
put the thought out into the expanse that another might be provided for my
journey, but nothing appeared magically for me to take. With a sigh and a mental reproof I grabbed the
canteen and slung it across my body. I
couldn’t complain, I had water which was more than I had the day before.
I started toward the
road and stopped glancing down at the ground where the tiny white flowers had
been the night before. The flowers were
gone, but in their place was a thin line of fine, white sand. I rather liked this form of magic. I wasn’t a big fan of things that appeared or
disappeared at random (except food and water of course).
Seeing
the sand replacing the flowers was comforting.
Though the magic of the flowers was probably gone a residual feeling
remained with the sand, like a reminder of something good. I stepped over the line of white sand and
made my way back to the road.
to be continued...
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