Irene stared at the miniature ripples pulsating in the shallow bowl in front of her, thinking, living near an airport has its advantages; the roar of a 757 engine overhead, drowned out her thoughts of failure at regular intervals; her effort to affect a ripple in the water, a quieter medium, hadn’t been successful.
“You need to trust in your Ability,” her mother said, rested an encouraging hand on her shoulder while the other drifted into the water bowl, bringing to life a water orb shimmering with a rainbow of colors redirecting the orange glow of the evening sun.
She’s almost eighteen and it hasn’t kicked in yet, although she knew it was rare, it’s getting late for her to achieve the Ability to manipulate the elements; her seven year old sister mastered water play years ago and rubs it in her face every chance she got.
Irene felt the impulse from her mother to try again, so she blocked out the sounds of incredulity that crept into her head each time she tried to bring forth power, and focused on the water, it’s clear, supple design, the matrices of elements, even down pass their nucleus to the life force of everything.
It’s there that Irene beseeches power, suddenly the water bubbled, stirring ripples which brought to life tendrils of water that rose from the bowl, twisting like fragile, glassy snakes reaching out in all directions; she didn’t want to lose her hard earned concentration and success to rejoice with her mother when she yelps with joy, so Irene asked the tendrils to surround her mother in a rainbow.
Copyright © 2014 Glynis Rankin