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Posted on July 26, 2016 by Jamieson Wolf
Here’s my entry to round one of the NYC Midnight Flash Fiction Challenge. I had so much fun writing this! It features Susan Flynn.
Enjoy!
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Susan had never seen the store before. She was positive it hadn’t been there yesterday. It had a winding banner done in purple with bright gold lettering that said: Oddities and Conundrums. She watched other people walking along and they didn’t give the store a second glance.
She was compelled to go inside, as if some subtle force wanted to pull her through its doors. Susan reached out for the door handle and was surprised to find it warm underneath her touch, pulsing as if the door were alive. Pulling it open, she stepped over the threshold. When she did, she was momentarily blinded by a bright golden light.
“You’re here! Excellent! And you’re on time. I do so hate tardiness.”
When her eyes cleared, Susan saw a small man making his way towards her carefully walking through a maze of furniture. He was just over four feet tall with a bald head that shone and a very handsome goatee.
“You were expecting me?” Susan asked. “But you couldn’t have possibly known I’d come.”
“Oh, I knew. The heart always knows and the soul confirms it. Come, come, Susan, I have just the piece for you! I just got it in. I’ve been saving it for you especially.”
Looking down at him, Susan felt only warmth and kindness from him. He gave another chuckle and smiled at her. “I have neglected to introduce myself. I am Orion. Come, Susan! Oh, wait till you see it. It’s just gorgeous!”
As Susan followed him into the maze, she said “How do you know my name? We’ve never met before.”
“Oh, we have. Many times now, the first time in Ireland in the year 1206. Then there was that unfortunate time in 1693 in Salem. You were just a girl and wise beyond your years. That ended badly, I’m afraid. They’re always afraid of the ones that have real magic inside them.”
He stopped in front of a wardrobe. It was large, over seven feet tall and five feet wide. There was a tree carved into the front of the wardrobe, its branches stretching to cover the entire front. Susan approached it and ran her fingers along the branches. Wherever her fingers touched, leaves sprouted to life within the wood.
The only odd thing about it was that there was a dog leash wrapped around one of the handles. The leash was thick and so long it could be wrapped around her waist, not just her hand. The handles themselves were more suited to a heavy metal cabinet, not just a wooden wardrobe.
“Why does it have a dog leash on the handle?”
Orion smiled and said: “Because sometimes, we find a place that, while lovely and wonderful, it is difficult to find our way home.”
“What’s inside?”
It was a moment before Orion answered. “Susan, do you often feel that there is more to the world that we can’t see? Another layer underneath everything that you find yourself questing for, trying to grasp at to see through the veil?”
“Yes.” Susan didn’t have to think before she responded. She spent her life trying to see into the mysteries of it.
“This wardrobe is an entrance beyond that thin veil. Tie the dog leash around your waist, like a belt. You can use it to pull yourself back when you want to return.”
Nodding and feeling like she was more inside a dream, Susan tied the dog leash around her waist, making sure it was tightly secured. When it was, Susan went to pull the doors open, but Orion stopped her. “These doors open by pushing them inwards. The door to the soul does not open outwards, does it?”
Taking a deep breath, Susan pushed the doors inward. What she saw took her breath away.
At first, it was but a smattering of stars in the darkness, each star blinking like a light. The stars grew brighter, until she could see planets too, each of them glowing like bright jewels on velvet.
She felt a pull at her navel and in one moment, she was outside the wardrobe looking in and then she was swimming amongst the stars. Susan could see deep into the sea of stars, the galaxy of dreams made reality. There were more planets than she could count, each pulsing as if alive. It was a moment before Susan realized the planets were pulsing in tune to her own heartbeat.
Susan could see shooting stars, comets and other galaxies beyond the one in front of her. There was a calm serenity to the place that soothed her and the majesty of what she was looking at moved her as nothing else had before.
Feeling a gentle tug on the dog leash around her waist, Susan turned to look behind her and was actually shocked to see Orion standing in the doorway to the wardrobe; she had forgotten that he was there. Taking hold of the leash, she pulled herself back to the doorway. Orion held out a hand when she got to the doorway and he helped her step through back into the store.
Once her feet were back on the ground, the doors closed softly behind her. She stood there for a moment, breathing in the memory of what was inside the wardrobe. Susan looked at Orion and tried to find her voice. “What was that? Why was there a galaxy inside the wardrobe?”
“That is a reflection of what is inside of you, the living embodiment of what your soul contains.”
She stroked the doors softly, running her fingers along the branches again. “How much is it? Is it for sale?”
“It’s already yours, my dear. It’s always been yours.”
“Thank you. What will I do with it?”
“I should have thought that would be obvious. Every time you feel lost, the wardrobe will remind you that we’re all just made of stardust.”
Orion took her hand. “You carry magic inside you, Susan. Remember, life is magic.”
Posted on July 20, 2016 by Jamieson Wolf
The first time I met you,

I was nervous. I had never
had a mother in law.
However, I needn’t have worried.
You were as kind and selfless
as your son. As I got to know
you better, I felt the warmth
that emanated from you,
saw the light within your eyes.
At one point, you said to me:
“I don’t like the way I look.”
When I look at you,
all I see is beauty.
Your kindness comes through
in every touch, every hug.
Your generosity of spirit
shines out from you
in every note of concern,
every gesture that you make.
Your beauty shines forth
like a light that can
be seen by all around you.
When I look at you,
all I see is beauty personified,
as if your body and soul
are alight with flame.
I have known few people
as beautiful as you are.
So to you, I say
let your light shine brightly,
shine your light for all to see.
Beauty comes from within
and you are beautiful.
Posted on July 18, 2016 by Jamieson Wolf
I never really knew
what home was until
I met you.
Growing up, there were
temporary shelters from the shadows,
places to lay my head down,
rooms to sleep in,
but even they had ghosts
from my past that
I carried with me.
Now, with you, I have
left behind the shadows
and the dark, and we
have built a home together.
More than that,
with every piece of furniture
that we placed,
I was putting a piece
of my heart back
where it belonged.
With every piece of art
that was hung,
I was putting a window
into my soul so that
you could see into me.
With every lamp
that was lit, it only served
to make my own light grow
bright enough so that
it shone like the sun or
wishes fulfilled.
You have shown me
that home is indeed
where the heart is
and my home is
wherever you are
because you hold my heart
so completely.
Posted on July 16, 2016 by Jamieson Wolf
She looks at
the mark upon
my left wrist.
“What’s that supposed to be?”
She almost reaches
out to touch
it. I reach
out and rub
it with my
the thumb of
my right hand.
“It’s the symbol for the Deathly Hallows.”
She give me
a look, wrinkling
her face at
me and looks
back down at
the tattoo. A
thought goes off
inside her head,
as if she
a light bulb
inside there and
smiles at me.
“Oh! It’s from Harry Potter! You must be quite the fan then!”
I nod and
say to her
“Yes, I’m quite the fanboy.”
I leave it
at that. She
doesn’t need to
know the real
symbolism behind the
tattoo. The symbol
refers to The
Master of Death.
That one who
has the cloak,
the wand and
the resurrection stone
will be the
Master of Death.
In a way,
I conquered my
own death. I
carry those thoughts
with me, of
how when I
first got sick,
I was lost
and had no
idea what was
going to happen
to me. I was
lost within myself,
afraid of every
sound, every movement.
If I looked
around me, I
could see the
trees of the
Forbidden Forest. I
wondered what nightmares
waited within it?
It felt as
if I had
already died, already
went beyond the Veil.
As I lost
myself in the
forest, there came
a time when
I almost let
the Dementors win,
almost let them
perform their Kiss.
However, the light
within me was
stronger and despite
my fear, my
Patronus came to
life, shining out
of me in
the form of
a wolf. I
crawled back from
death, mastering the
temptations of darkness
that wanted to
hold onto me
and went towards
the light instead,
embracing the light
within. So it’s
not just a
fanboy tattoo. It’s
a reminder of
how strong I
am.
Posted on July 10, 2016 by Jamieson Wolf
I knew it
would be a
day of opposites.
In the morning,
saying farewell to
one life and
in the evening,
celebrating another. In
the end, however,
there was joy
and sadness at
both. The funeral
celebrated a life
long lived of
a much loved
man, one who
gave his children
love and a
life filled with
happiness. As I
stood there with
the mourners, I
noticed people reminiscing
the life of
this man and
how the people
in this room
had loved him
and had been
loved by him.
There were smiles
as people greeted
others they hadn’t
seen for a
while, laughter as
they shared stories
from the past
and tears as they
finally said goodbye.
With voices raised
in song, I
could feel him
there and knew
that he was
with us all.
Later, we drove
to the birthday
party, celebrating a
life lived for
seventy years. The
family were gathered
to cherish her
life, to share
in her joy, but
also her sorrow.
There were too
many people that
weren’t there with
all of us,
too many whose
lives were taken
too soon. So
while it was
a celebration, it
was also a
remembrance for those
who were not
there in the
physical sense. However,
looking around at
all the people
in the room,
I knew that
those lost to
us were there
anyway, filling the
empty chairs amongst
us. We raised
a glass to
them and as
we all clinked
glasses, the room
was filled with
light. That light
was filled with
joy and sorrow,
pain and forgiveness.
As we drank
to them, we
remembered them. In
the end, neither
event was full
of just sorrow
or just joy.
It was all
about balance. I
knew that the
day left me
changed and even
more grateful for
the life that
I have.

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