Thursday, 29 August 2019

Knit One

The wizard on the hill had sent for her usual order of food and her mail, but also for a dozen balls of yarn.

When I drove the mule up to her home, I found her on the porch, knitting. Without looking up, she somehow saw the expression on my face, and heard the question I was trying to form.

"Magic may well be beyond your understanding, but even you can understand that powers aren't unlimited."

That wasn't an answer. She somehow realised I thought that too.

"Plus I find it more relaxing than dealing with people."

That I understood.

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